May 2011
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Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Building and gaze at my world, Manhattan— my buildings, streets I’ve done feats in, lofts, beds, coldwater flats —on Fifth Ave below which I also bear in mind, its ant cars, little yellow taxis, men walking the size of specks of wool— Panorama of the bridges, sunrise over Brooklyn machine, sun go down over New Jersey where I was...
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Question me. →
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I feel like I’m falling, and when I’m still I’ve only reached a plateau, and that wide stretch of dusty savanna is only as terrible as the wind in my face, if not worse, and that even with my feet in some metaphorical sand, the curse of gravity still has me sinking.
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Listen
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This was one of those horrifying peeks into the unrated galaxy of life. The real world, as they say, like a shining grin bursting through the fresh air of naivety and smearing across the sky like a menacing storm cloud. It read before me like a banner, like the crooked cough of cursive smoke slithered from an airplane pipe.
Like so many other false securities bestowed upon me by Hollywood, by...
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“There’s so much I want to tell you about the way I’m disappearing.”
– The Prayers and Tears of Arthur Digby Sellers
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Want.
Cooperative High-Rise Pinup Short
Staring at Stars Cross-Back Romper
Pins and Needles Silky Lace Romper
Camera Clock Pendant Necklace
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Eye socket glazes melt
too close to the sun
the stratus stretches lazily
god hung himself up there.
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yes.
My shoulders, flat, soft cliffs
balance the entire universe.
On my toes, rectangular
stones- crushed and painted
by gallant vandals.
Stretched and hunted,
crawling with life that surpasses
my petty reaching fingers.
Inhaling my breath, condensating.
You are large clouds seeping
dust that encircles the sockets
of those who lie in wait
with shoulders set
waiting cliffs
...
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Thoughts during Glee.
Some by Joe. Pretending to be me. He nailed it.
My goodness, Rachel, you’re being attacked by a hideous coat.
Quinn on the other hand, looks adorable. Santana’s dress is cute too.
Mad, sad, glad: most creative rhymes ever.
Finchell Yes!! I would kill for one of those awful New York City dates.
I don’t care about Will Shuester’s life, bleh.
But I love that guy in...
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I was almost having a good day. You nipped that in the bud. Thanks, dad. What would I do without you?
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Rien n’y fait, menace ou prière. L’un parle bien, l’autre se tait. Et c’est l’autre que je préfère. Il n’a rien dit mais il me plait.
L’amour est enfant de Bohême, Il n’a jamais jamais connu de loi.
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I love thunderstorms like these.
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“You are what you love, and not what loves you back. And I’m in love with...”
– Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins
etherinmyveins asked: Hey, I like your tumblr, where are you living in France ?
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lookingformercystreet:
Currently-
Doing: Waiting for my laundry to finish.
Eating: Nothing.
Listening to: Tilly and the Wall.
Watching: I’m not watching- but Grey’s Anatomy is on mute.
Feeling: Impatient.
Thinking about: whether or not I have enough money for this trip.
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“I don’t just want your heart. I want your flesh, your skin and blood and...”
– Isobel Thrilling
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Oil patter down on the rooftop
Syrup pinks sputter and flick
Skittering in the streets are the
skeletons of majestic beasts.
My eyes adjust and I am
caught.
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The gender studies section of Yahoo Answers makes me want to bash my head in.
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Twirling in old easter dresses,
I sat upon stitched doilies
I drew faces on brown napkins,
I watched the show turn wild before me.
Plastic lawn chairs bending under
all of the weight of everyone’s
pasts, so sad, no one had
a happy moment to swallow back.
And the mosquitoes drank the blood from our shoulders
as you replenished your veins with sour milk-
You were not mean, you were...
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“Seaside, whenever you stroll along with me I’m merely contemplating what...”
– Queen
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Exercise of the day: whipping egg whites while watching The Big Bang Theory.
This is my life.
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