December 2011
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“That’s our ironic fate—to have Shakespearean feelings and (unless by some...”
– Aldous Huxley (via infinitelyawkwords)
“In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get...”
– Woody Allen (via prrrkittyprrr)
If you played with Barbies,
Polly Pockets,
Beanie Babies,
Tamagotchi,
Slip N’ Slide,
And Furbies,
Listened to the Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, NSync and the Spice Girls
On Hit Clips, a Boom Box, or a Walkman,
Collected and traded Pokemon cards,
Wrote with Gel Pens,
Wore butterfly clips,
And Snap Bracelets,
And remember watching these guys:
You are a 90s kid.
THIS.
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“How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what...”
– Sylvia Plath (via happylittleboxes)
“All day the stars watch from long ago
my mother said I am going now
when you...”
– W.S. Merwin | “Rain Light” | The New Yorker | March 3, 2008 (via evoketheforms)
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Scars
A few months ago I dropped a painting on my face. No joke. It left a scar above my lip, right across the philtrum. (cool word, eh?) Anyway, the scar surprised me. I’d gone so long without bodily harm, I guess I’d begun to think that I was beyond that. All my scars are from childhood. All my hurts are in the past. The reminder was nice, in a way.
Like it or not, I’m going to...
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She likes her rosemary overhead. It's a reminder...
They collapse together, potted rosemary and dill browning from seasonal affective disorder over their heads. “You shouldn’t keep them there,” he says, eyes on the window-plants. “I could fall in love with you again,” he says. She doesn’t reply, considers where else she’d put them (the love and the plants). “You’re wrong,” she tells him....