A Few Things
1 I anticipate these next few weeks will be filled with lots of stress, papers, bad food, little sleep, and not enough time to feel all the kinds of fear I’ve been keeping at bay. 2 I painted my finger nails for the first time in 6 months and they’re all chipped and worn already. For some reason this comforts me. 3 I have tons of things to do and a poor, vague idea of how I’m...
I guess I just don’t want to be cheap. I don’t want to find You beneath layers of selfishness and necessity, where You’re the only one left to turn to. I want to find You in a crowd, fall into Your arms in relief, after years of searching. I want to find You.
You: You miss and love me?
Me: I miss and love you always.
I don’t know. There are just so many scary things in this world. Like cancer. Fucking cancer. Nothing ever makes sense if you think about it long enough.
Fake It Till You Make It →
How to make friends, speak in public, navigate awkward run-ins, and get stuff for free using this one trick my mom taught me.
I was thinking-it might be nice and productive to start a new blog, break away from whatever constructions I might’ve made for myself here, but then I thought: why? I like this blog; it’s filled with inspirations and things I’ve found interesting, and it’s been a place for sporadic expression and maybe-poetry too. Why do away with all that? So I’ve decided to build...
The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get...– Stephen King
Peaches - Talk to Me
Misgivings by William Matthews
“Perhaps you’ll tire of me,” muses my love, although she’s like a great city to me, or a park that finds new ways to wear each flounce of light and investiture of weather. Soil doesn’t tire of rain, I think, but I know what she fears: plans warp, planes explode, topsoil gets peeled away by floods. And worse than what we can’t control is what we could; those...
I’m convinced that writer’s block doesn’t mean you don’t have anything to say....– Sandra Cisneros (via zorascreation)
There are so many things I’d like to do. Like write a play. And maybe star in it. I’d like to paint and draw and maybe make something wonderful and delicious that will keep me yawning for days from eating too much of it too quickly, all at once. I’d like to write a comedy sketch. And maybe star in it. And then be on the radio and interview a host of inspirational people and ask...
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...– Sylvia Plath
I wanna say a little something that’s long overdue/ All the disrespecting women...– Adam “MCA” Yauch in Sure Shot
Anonymous asked: Are you going to "The Beatles: The Lost Concert" movie premier in a few weeks?