June 2012
“The three-pound organ in your skull — with its pink consistency of Jell-o — is...”
– Neuroscientist David Eagleman (via explore-blog)
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penserhorslimites:
Walt Grace, desperately...
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for some reason i got trapped in the section of youtube where there are all those intricate home fat loss schemes. a yiddish woman with a 12 pack is now balancing on a yoga ball screaming “NOW WE DO SEEX SEATS OF SEEXTEEN WEETH THE BALLS” and I’m just sitting in bed contemplating how weird it all is.
televisionismygirlfriend:
“We accept the love we think we deserve” i said earnestly to my female friend and, grateful for my superior wisdom, she rushed at me with a tear filled hug and i rode off into the night on my fixed gear bike, fedora askew with the rush of young love
i’m sitting here, suddenly freakishly close to adulthood, on a twin bed with yellow sheets i’ve slept in since the first or second grade. back then before i fell asleep i’d run my tongue over my teeth seven times and think, seven times, of all the things i wanted to happen to me. that was back in the days when i thought of time in terms of rugrats episodes. one rugrats is enough...
“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall...”
– Richard Siken. (via bottleonthebookcase)
“People speak sometimes about the “bestial” cruelty of man, but that is terribly...”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky (via amputance)
scholastic was so awesome. i mean meryl streep gave us a speech. what can i even say.
“To be genuinely thoughtful, we must be willing to sustain and protract that...”
– Philosopher, psychologist, and educational reformer John Dewey on the role of intuition and uncertainty in creativity and science. (via explore-blog)
May 2012
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i am going to new york tomorrow for the scholastic art and writing awards at carnegie hall!
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“When I’m on a first date, alarm bells always go off if the woman says, “Let’s...”
– Andy Borowitz. Alarm Bells.
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my shoulders and my back hurt. i need a massage. i need to learn to meditate. to chomp on green apples without adopting their bitter attitude. red apples remind me of hearts and sometimes they’re mealy and sometimes they taste like nothing at all. the green ones are always immaculate, ingrown so as to never be spoiled by ungrateful teeth. i stick feelings where they don’t belong, clip...
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today i was at a restaurant and my dad looked at me and said “yes. so straight. i’m glad we paid for that.”
he was talking about my teeth but i’m pretty sure the people around us thought he was a christian nut.
apparently i left this saved to a school computer
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Anonymous asked: boobs, please?
hello-cunt:
the only bad thing about being naked is not having any pockets
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my shampoo smells like toaster strudel
today is a good day.
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50 word ficlet
A librarian sits erect as the books spin off their shelves. She rasps “no floating in the library.” Still they circle.
Women swipe applesauce off gummy cheeks, clicking baby farsi in the mother tongue. gossamer birds float overhead. librarian rasps at air. Bullfrog gulps. All is still. Everyone quite themself.