February 2012
86 posts
“I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. My attachments...”
– Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (via seersuckerandmagnolias)
Feb 26th
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Feb 26th
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Feb 26th
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Old lady in front of me:
I don’t want to make her blush with compliments, but she has the thickest, most well groomed mustache I’ve ever seen. Green with envy.
Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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Friday night and it's cold and my hair is short:
Here I sit, jamming to Billie Holiday “Gee, Baby, Ain’t I Good to You,” and writing letters of intents for so many jobs I’ve lost an eye for any of them.  Do you, reader, want to know what I want? Truly? Deep down in my gut past this morning’s toast and the glimmering soul and that useless organ that pumps blood? I want/wish/desire/crave/long/hope for/wish for...
Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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Lent:
Let’s all give up one sinful thing while we continue to do all the other sinful things, and then sit back and enjoy  the piousness. Mmmm, tastes delicious, doesn’t it?
Feb 25th
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Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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“I am a forest and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my...”
– Nietzsche (via erinaa)
Feb 23rd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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Library Quotes:
a female friend said: “I’ve never sucked a dick in the continental USA - there was this one time in London, when I was 15. But the British don’t count right?
Feb 22nd
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Feb 21st
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Feb 21st
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Feb 21st
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Confession: I enjoying being an English major in part because I enjoy the ridiculous, but great,  validation of name-dropping authors and texts and getting responses like, “Oh, Shakespeare? That’s intense I could never do that I’m so impressed, want a blowjob?” or “Wowsers, you’re writing an entire feminist analysis on the ugly little sister that no one likes from ‘Pride and Prejudice?’ Tots...
Feb 21st
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Feb 21st
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Feb 21st
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That gum with the zebra on it
Is there a more delicious kind? There may be, but it would have to have kittens in it.
Feb 21st
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Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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All I want to make me feel better is strawberry cake, and I’ve yet to have a friend that’s like “Oh, poor sweet cherished friend, I’ll make you cake.” Instead, I got a fist full of assholes who reply: “LOL FUCKYOSELF” cake.
Feb 20th
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an estimate
How bad does God dislike me that I have strep twice in one month? twice
Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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“At every moment of our lives, we have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in...”
– Paulo Coelho  (via magicclouds)
Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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“The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain,...”
– C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold (via theringofwords)
Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Magnolia Drive
At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be back there, at that house, with those people and the swelter of the sun and things buzzing and birds flapping. I was aware of the irony of it all. But I knew it could not be, and it hurt like all hell.
Feb 17th
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Feb 17th
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“The mind always tries to break out of confinement. It has tried every sort of...”
– William Carlos Williams, from a letter to John C. Thirlwall, 13 January 1955 (via proustitute)
Feb 17th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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It’s a pool, you know, nostalgia, the past, or whatever the hell you want to call that feeling that crawls into the recess of the mind, welcomed with a parade of looking-backs and laurel wreaths for polished gods covered in dust. There they sit, head bent like Narcissus, gazing into a water diverging two worlds, two seas, two minds housed in the same sanctity of self; they...
Feb 16th
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I want a good dose of ignorance, I thought, a gulp of medicine to wash against the walls of my gut and rinse away the muck, if only a small bit. —- Is this melancholy? How do you pick apart melancholy and differentiate it from something more sad, more profound?
Feb 16th
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Feb 15th
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6 Types of Love
Eros a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love Ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once Storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity Pragma  love that is driven by the head, not the heart Mania obsessive love; experience great emotional highs...
Feb 14th
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Feb 13th
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Feb 12th
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“Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?”
– Sigmund Freud (via underarcaneskies)
Feb 12th
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Feb 12th
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Feb 12th
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