October 2010
Song of the Day: Fader by Temper Trap.
They are...
“You read an artist’s book not with your heart (the heart is a remarkably stupid...”
– Vladimir Nabokov (via wearebasiclight)
Nabokov = Autoreblog. You say the best things, Vlad.
Did not get Marketing Assistant job.
Cannot cry about it because I am in the basement of the library. Also, I need to finish this paper for class.
Good thing I have an interview at a temp agency tomorrow.
Still hate my waitressing job. Called out last two days to do homework/meet with professors. Might get drunk tonight and call out tomorrow as well.
Blergh.
“Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read”
– Raymond Carver (via deadwriters)
Every. Day. Ever.
“Let me tell you something about Tom Riddle. We were teacher and student in...”
– (via peacelovelibs)
This is the best. thing. ever.
Like Smoke
dearoldlove:
We’d move the furniture to the sides of the room so we could dance like grown-ups. I’d put my hands on your shoulders and inhale the smell of sweat, rising from your skin like smoke.
Don't be strung out by the way I look.
I forgot how much I love Rocky Horror and Halloween. And being a weirdo.
literarycollective:
Morphine of the stars, morphemes of our minds, falling together in the night.
Morphemes = autoreblog. I am such a nerd.
between the no longer and the not yet: I want to... →
thepimpandthepriest:
I want to love harder now. I’m addicted to that feeling of loss so close it shivers along the length of my nape without ever touching, so close I edge away, shuddering, and then pull in. I want to love hard and scream into myself silently and then loud into streets because hurt is inevitable and…
What an incredible writer. First post literally took my breath away.
the poor dancing girl she won't dance again:... →
justanotherwannabeclassic:
libraryland:
mariavontrapp:maeby- | jetaimetaylor | acousticschwagg | bobloblaw- | beesly | et al. | judesan It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York. I believe what separates humanity from everything else in the world - spaghetti, binder paper, deep-sea creatures, edelweiss and Mount...
Schreib dich nicht zwischen die Welten,
komm auf gegen der Bedeutungen Vielfalt,
vertrau der Traenenspur und lerne leben.
Currently obsessed with: the poetry of Paul Celan (born Paul Antschel). This poem might possibly be my favorite of his. John Felstiner’s translation:
Don’t write yourself in between worlds,
rise up against multiple meanings,
trust the trail of tears and...
“Whatever you get paid attention for is never what you think is most important...”
– David Foster Wallace (via whiskyandwhimsy)
DFW = autoreblog
Mmm...Clothes.
I wish I could express how comfortable and cool I (think I) look today. Dark blue skinny jeans, a simple white tee, my really old, really slouchy deep-V brown sweater, and brown mocs.
It feels good.
