my style is...
i’m not exactly sure i can be described as “elegantly edgy”, but i definitely like thinking that i’m “understated glam”. find yours here.
The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while...– Wilhelm Stekel.
me: Hey Mom! This is my new number!
mom: What a stinky number. How am I supposed to memorize that??
the one nice thing about Twitter being over capacity is getting to see this guy:
She didn’t really know if it was possible for a parent to instill too many values in a child, but she was pretty sure that hers had. Here she was at 5:00 on a Saturday morning, somewhere between the snooze cycles of her alarm, wondering why she had told her coworker she would cover his shift. After all, there was no way he would have covered for her if the roles had been reversed. Plus, she was...
anyplace but here.
i need a vacation—if for no other reason than to escape the sweltering concrete jungle. put me on an island. please. someplace that looks like this: or maybe this: i’ll even take this: a little peaceful desolation is all i need. please and thank you.
Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who...– the Catcher in the Rye.
today is two years in the making and i’m an emotional wreck. this is not exactly the way i wanted to be celebrating. and for some reason i’m really sad. i’m sad because it’s been two years, and though it feels as if those years have flown by, i don’t feel as if i have grown as much as i should have. i’m still very self-focused and inconsiderate. i have yet to...
(via welovestopmotion): Ride a bike by Flavio Chan
A lot of schools were home for vacation already, and there were about a million...– the Catcher in the Rye.
my brain is a mess of thoughts and ideas and i’m unable to sort them all out. i keep daydreaming of writing all these books and the ideas seem endless. the inspiration comes from all around: people i see on the subway, books i read, blogs i follow, the creative endeavors of friends, experiences i have, interactions i partake in, places i discover. i become excited to return home and sit...
a worthy cause. Justice at its best is love correcting everything that stands against love. — Martin L. King, Jr.
Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them...– Emerson.
there are certain types of guys—nay, PEOPLE—who try my patience and bug me to no end. everything about how they live their life touches a nerve deep within me, which causes me to talk a substantial amount of crap about them. this sucks when you find yourself living with one of these types of people. they say the things that bug you the most about a person are usually traits that you...
the terribly average man. →
a short story by Haendel Balzora, Jr. this inspires me to write a short story, even though i know it will never be nearly as great. i like this times a gazillion.
Fat Ladies Floated in the Sky Like Balloons. →
a short story by Amanda Davis. i really like this. i sort of wish my writer’s voice sounded like this.
Just Before the Black. →
a short story by James Franco. i would say it’s very Kerouac-esque. i think i kind of like it.
The Sandwitches—“baby mine”
A snowy walk through New York City
Started like this… And ended like this… She never let go of his arm. (via aconversationoncool)
four-eyed freaks for a cause. →
i have GOT to get me some of these! Warby Parker Roosevelt frames
when i go on my Great American Road Trip, i will stop in Marfa, Texas and stay here in one of these:
last night's dream.
when i woke up this morning i had a text message waiting for me. it was from my sister and this is what she had to say: I had a dream that Michael Jackson picked you and I up at the mall in this little beater corolla from the 80’s and was going to take us to his concert in the mountains, but half way up the mountain he just stopped and kicked me out of the car and you two kept treking up...
when i was younger, my grandparents lived in the coolest house filled with laundry shoots, breakfast rooms, personal elevators, creepy basements and winding staircases that lead to tiny attic bedrooms. it felt like one of those old mansions you see in the movies with all of its secret passageways and endless nooks. in front was a pine grove that had trees so old they touched the stars, and in back...
sewing project #4.
because it’s just so hot in our apartment, i made a dress out of a pillowcase yesterday. i wore it out today for it’s first test run and i think it just might be my uniform this summer.
Everywhere I Go - Lissie
paid in joy.
two fabulous things happened to me when i was at work today. 1. i received a check worth 2 cents: i kept showing people and saying (in an old man grumbly voice) “i’ll give you my two cents worth…” 2. i discovered this little beauty next door to my restaurant on the street by the trash: someone helped me carry it through the dining room to leave in the kitchen until...
we belong to the _____ generation.
it's about trying to see the world through the...
there comes a time in everyone’s life where the realization of “oh my word, what have i become?” hits. and seriously, what HAVE i become? i’m more of a Negative Nancy than a Positive Polly these days, and the littlest things that other people do (actually it’s more like what they don’t do) set me off. i’ve turned into a whine-o who never seems to be...