January 2012
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December 2011
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November 2011
6 posts
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October 2011
11 posts
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“This apartment full of books could crack open
to the thick jaws, the bulging...”
– Adrienne Rich, Twenty-One Love Poems, V (via grammatolatry)
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Awkward post referencing personal things!
I just threw away my wedding photos.
It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been divorced, or how odd it is that I still have these photos, that I’ve moved four times with them since I left him, or how even odder (telling?) it is that I never even committed them to some kind of display in the years that I was married. They’ve been in the same black cardboard box since the...
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September 2011
10 posts
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“If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people to collect wood and...”
– Antoine de Saint Exupéry
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Overshare.
Me: Shoot. I wore this dress today, but I think I want to wear it again next week when my parents are here. Sorry.
Him: Um...okay. Is there some kind of limit to how frequently you can wear that dress?
Me: Well, I like to evenly rotate my outfits.
Him: So that they don't wear out too fast?
Me: ...No. I just want them to feel equally loved.
Him: ...
Me: Like in kindergarten, when I forced myself to color with the brown marker every once in a while so its feelings wouldn't get hurt because I didn't like it as much as the other colors?
Him: ...
Me: I have a special kind of neurosis.
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so i'm in a fine mood this evening.
If I go about the world thinking that I must make compromises or sacrifices, that I can’t have everything I want, that I must concede and make trade-offs and learn a certain appreciation for the art of settling, then my life is pretty goddamn great.
If someone convinces me for five minutes that I shouldn’t have to compromise a single fucking thing, then I spend my evening drinking...
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Microwaves.
For the first time in my entire life, I don’t own a microwave.
My mother used to tell me about all the things she didn’t get to buy because she was saving up for a microwave in 1981. Freshly married. You need a proper kitchen for that. A microwave.
It was a box as tall as it was wide. Beige-gray, like a computer, with knobs instead of a keypad. I remember it. When I was 8 or so, we...
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“Today I bought
the first pumpkin
of my season.
The sun was
hitting the water...”
– Dorothea Grossman (via grammatolatry)
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mine, not mine.
lindseyannebaker:
I write so many lines I think are mine but really are the lines a poet wrote to me—Mine, not mine.
These are all the things I want to say, here where I delete the names and have no face (or if I do it’s one I scrubbed clean years ago in a Chicago bathroom, in the age of rain and foreign phone calls)—
There’s no originality in being grown.
August 2011
5 posts
“I can’t turn my drunken words into song
I spit at the keys and it turns...”
– Butch Walker
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July 2011
8 posts
“who can love you and still be standing”
– Tori Amos
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"Doubt is better than certainty."
From Milton Glaser’s Ten Things I Have Learned:
Blind pursuit of your own ends which excludes the possibility that others may be right does not allow for the fact that in design we are always dealing with a triad – the client, the audience and you…Ideally, making everyone win through acts of accommodation is desirable. But self-righteousness is often the enemy. Self-righteousness and...
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Poems by Emily Dickinson (346 of 447)
dailylitemilydickinson:
IX. Poor little heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little heart! Did they forsake thee? Be debonair! Be debonair! Frail little heart! I would not break thee: Could’st credit me? Could’st credit me? Gay little heart! Like morning glory Thou’ll wilted be; thou’ll wilted be!
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“There’s always that moment
with people, right?
You look back…
you can’t...”
– Kate Greenstreet, 2 of Swords (via grammatolatry)
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Well, don't. It's perfectly good sisterly advice.
My 23-year-old sister is studying music production in Nashville, and is spending her summer as some kind of roadie-promoter hybrid, on tour, up and down the east coast, in a cramped van, with a series of different bands I’ve never heard of.
She has been on the road for a week, and finally emailed to let the family know that things are going GREAT! except for the part where she went to the...