January 2012
2 posts
I wish Tumblr had a “I feel your pain” button
because I feel terrible whenever I “like” one of your sad text posts
and it looks like I enjoy watching you suffer
because I don’t
I really don’t
at that point I like to think of it as just giving love to someone who needs it. a “give love” button as opposed to a “like” - the ambiguity of the heart leaves a little wiggle...
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haven't slept in a long time, haven't posted in a...
this place just drains me, I guess.
what else is there to do at 6 AM other than contemplate all the ways in which failure permeates everything, remember very slowly what it feels like to fall in love, or reach for the first time in many months the point at which one has no choice but to give up?
I’m tired, and sick, and with my filter gone I have no urge to throw a disclaimer on that.
...
December 2011
18 posts
10 Ways to Love Others
ohapoeticsoul:
Some guidelines for loving:
1. Tell them about their brilliance. They likely can’t see it and they don’t know its immensity, but you can see it, and you can illuminate it for them.
2. Be authentic, and give others the gift of the real you and a real relationship. Ask your real questions. Share your real beliefs. Go for your real dreams. Tell your truth.
3. Don’t confuse...
“I’m sorry, but it’s been a long time since I’ve talked about certain things. So...”
– A Happy Death by Albert Camus (via casimirpulaskiday)
you look great! have you lost weight?
broadist:
ATTN: “You look great! Have you lost weight?” is not a compliment. I know it has been the go-to praise-route towards many women since the inception of puberty, but I’d like to put an end to it. Why do I hear this like a broken record every holiday?
Some alternatives:
You look great! How are your new jobs going?
You look great! How is your blog doing?
You look great! Things seem to...
“I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me...”
– Charles Bukowski (via dondante)
I just want this on my dash again, this poem that I know so much better now.
“The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I’m coming down with something,...”
– On Turning Ten by Billy Collins (emphasis mine, just a few lines that resonated then and still do to some extent)
I remember this. I clung to it because it was the way I felt growing up, but now all I feel is that no matter how much time passes, everything is always growing and getting better, or...
casimirpulaskiday:
Why are you leaving me?
He wrote, I do not know how to live.
I do not know either but I am trying.
I do not know how to try.
There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him.
So I buried them and let them hurt me.
Jonathan Safran Foer
this.
“He Knows (he knows)
Or, I think he does
‘Cause when I lived
In the Arse...”
– He Knows I’d Love to See Him, Mozzer why yes it is obnoxious lyrics post saturday how did you know
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“It takes courage to interrogate yourself. It takes courage to look at the mirror...”
– Cornell West, Hope on a Tightrope (2008)
I was just told that last night while I was asleep...
“I know… I fucked up.”
November 2011
15 posts
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this is why I need a tumblr that no IRL people...
“Model is the constellation – different connection points. No linear sequence of...”
– last chunk of notes from my Media Art Histories and Geneologies class with jonCates and Dan Eisenberg.
How many Smiths fans does it take to change a...
this is the best thing I have ever read… in my entire life
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This. So much this. →
“hi yawl
pls plan on attending the event below, this FRI NOV 4 @ 4:30 PM,...”
– // jonCates Associate Professor Film, Video, New Media & Animation dept The School of the Art Institute of Chicago
(this was an email sent to me by one of my professors)
October 2011
14 posts
I'm so grateful to have friends. I would be so...
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Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier.
Ooh, child, thing’s’ll be brighter.
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Are the details in the fabric — are the things that make you panic — are your thoughts results of static cling?
Are the details in the fabric — are the things that make you panic — is it mother nature’s sewing machine?
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Scheherazade, Richard Siken →
nps2011:
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forgot they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s...
let me do it right for once, for the record, let... →
casimirpulaskiday:
broadcloth:
this is still one of my favorite poems.
(how i ruined everything by saying it out loud)
this poem means everything to me.
I arrived in the city and you met me at the station, smiling in a way/that made me frightened. Down the alley, around the arcade/up the stairs of the building/to the little room with the broken faucets, your drawings, all your...
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September 2011
13 posts
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