February 2012
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There is nothing more warming than someone who believes in you wholeheartedly, without question or second thought. They speak and speak and speak about your future and committees and high-tier graduate schools in a golden symmetry that is so startling it almost seems real. To put in another’s eyes and gaze inward at oneself and measure for measure, well, the thought itself is pyrrhic.
I want to be held down
“Blame Aphrodite
It’s no use
Mother dear, I
can’t finish my
weaving
You may...”
– Sappho, translated by Mary Barnard, “Blame Aphrodite” (via words-in-lines)
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“I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. My attachments...”
– Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (via seersuckerandmagnolias)
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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.
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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...
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?
“I am a forest and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my...”
– Nietzsche (via erinaa)
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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?
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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...
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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.
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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.
an estimate
How bad does God dislike me that I have strep twice in one month?
twice
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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)
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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)
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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.
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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)
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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...
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.
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Is this melancholy? How do you pick apart melancholy and differentiate it from something more sad, more profound?