January 2012
randomocity
Red dress.
Cool. Walnut
air. As always
we’re ships in a bottle
cutting bare
foot through a memory.
A crazy woman dances
alone. Talking
to a hologram.
Listerine mouth. Listening mouth.
Do I have your attention now?
your voice
leaves little moons
in every vowel. matchsticks and glances.
we’re tripping over cobblestones now
it’s the dream
with the milk carton city...
I went into the Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close movie with expectations you might describe as extremely low and incredibly braced for a bunch of assholes ruining my favorite book. After watching the admittedly hokey and dumbed down trailer featuring Sandra Bullock and a blue eyed kid with strange inflections, I was fully prepared for a merciless cinematic slaughter of the worst kind. However,...
“What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.”
– Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via unicornology)
if something goes wrong blame copernicus.
it’s always his fault.
always.
look at him there, all smug like.
we all know what you did, you sneaky bastard.
you can’t fool us.
“There is a way
if we want
into everything
I’ll eat the chicken carbonara and...”
– Michael Dickman
Anonymous asked: Stress eating is good eating! Especially when fudge is involved. And ice cream with m&m's, too. I think I'm doing relatively okay. A bit of the usual stress, the usual confusion, and the usual life anxiety, but hey, it could be worse, I suppose. I heard a quote by Henry Ellis that you may enjoy. "All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on."...
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dear void,
i have a canker sore and an IB exam tomorrow. i shouuuuld be studying for that.
i guess this is what my life has come down to: extracting superficial threads of day-to-day life and weaving them into something meaningful. i’m starting to think it’s all anyone can do.
for instance, i was forced to create a new rule for myself today. i will not date anyone who wears only...
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“Since there’s no help, come, let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done, you...”
– Michael Drayton
Anonymous asked: Hello dear! How are you feeling?
It strikes me as odd that I would never question anybody else’s “right” to feel a certain way, but I question my own all the time. For instance when a friend confides in me that they’ve been feeling sad or nostalgic or grieving over a breakup or a 77 on a spanish test or a lack of Halloween candy — anything, I immediately try and remember a time I’ve felt a...
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“Ah, good conversation - there’s nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is...”
– Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence (via scribnerbooks)
I just ate an entire pizza.
concussion got me down? never. i will make up three weeks of work at record speed, even if it means buying one of those hats that feeds you tylonol through a tube.
i am gunning to be voted top 10 crankiest of 2012.
so suck it, nerds!!
Small talk
Sing me the song of olives you made
into rings around your fingers.
How each was a vow —
the kind of promise you pop
in your mouth, wedged between tongue
and wondering.
You and I took the boats
out in early fall. Our reflections
were phantoms paddling
backward on the water,
stuck in time
crinkling light
I drank you from glasses to neck tie
under the weight of burgers and...
“What can be explained is not poetry.”
– W.B. Yeats (via bodasdesangre)
Anonymous asked: Worst taste sensation ever?
http://elephant-potholders.tumblr.com/ask →
something-poetic:
Violent Femmes - Blister in...
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“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love...”
– Charles Bukowski (via girlwithoutwings)
From my bed I always know when cars are passing by outside because streaks of dull white light hit the curtains. I used to and sometimes still pretend that they are lights from magic carpets and flying saucers twirling toward my window, where interesting saucer/carpet riding people beckon to me with cheese plates and finger sandwiches. Always in my vision of this occurrence, the dull white light...
no i mean, read more. it helps your brain!
rcdgtrs asked: are you optimistic about the future of our world?
Anonymous asked: how have you been as of late?
“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you,...”
– Richard Siken (via infinitives)