February 2010
I'm about to go take a bath and read, while...
hopefully I don’t pass out.
sweet dreams, tumblr.
OH FUCK
casimirpulaskiday-:
I LOVE THE ANTLERS
…I’m sorry for flooding your dashboards with my profanity. I’m listening to Hospice and I was just struck by how incredible the album is. wow.
oh god, isn’t it? one of the few vestiges of a lost friendship. I saw the person who introduced them to me tonight, and it wasn’t awkward in the least, or sad. it was kind of distant, unreal, is all.
At the coffee place
wolfsham:
that I frequent, trying to finish this story for tomorrow’s deadline. A cute sprightly girl in a fur coat came up to my table and asked, “Would it be creepy if I talked to you?”
I was worried it was a wild-eyed Christian coming to sit down and witness to me, but it turned out to be one of my tumblr followers, ohrly-hi. Small world! Or small town at least. I’m reminded I exist outside...
Watching the Grammys
wolfsham:
I get the sense I’ve missed the 3D train. Like is everyone on board with this? We don’t think it’s a dumb gimmick? It just seems antifuture. Like we’re all so desperate for some expansion of visuality beyond a flat screen, some sort of futuristic holography that’s actually too hard to really do, so we’ve turned back to find a shortcut. It’s like we all want flying cars so let’s just...
dear today,
you are totally allowed to start over now. love, Hannah.
how to ease your guilt:
don’t. soak yourself in it. make yourself feel so bad you never want to breathe again. do this in the bath tub, so the soaking becomes literal and you can put your ears underwater and block everything out but how awful you feel.
eat it. nothing takes the mind off feelings like a pint of chocolate on chocolate ice cream or a bag of corn chips or a medium pizza all to yourself.
exercise it away....
i am awake and feel the ache.
dear Ellen Ternan,
it sucks to get caught up somewhere you might not belong, doesn’t it?
love, Hannah.
ps, you’re beautiful and I wish I was you.
January 2010
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most shameful walk of shame I will ever (let...
god damnit. the only reason I even stayed over was cause I didn’t have an ice scraper. now I’m sitting in my car with a sheet of ice for a windshield and no fucking defroster. this day is possibly going to be worse than yesterday. well, having one friend outside the walls of LHS should be tons of fun. having about 20 enemies should be even funner…
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I am lame.
the end?
I can't believe I missed Community yesterday.
Talk about depressing.
@corinaelizabeth
sorry this poem is not as awesome as it should be, my tummy is empty:
pretty girl pretty pictures pretty thoughts pretty words
running leaping flying being
blue days white days lovely days long days days with words without sounds
thoughts with pictures without color without shape without form
pretty girl.
I'm pretty sure I just did damn awesome on my...
but we’ll see.
Speech and interview tonight! Woop woop!
"better get to work on that car though. ours was...
I have to go to Aca Deca in an hour, and my car is still all icy. Lame lame lame.
@hellohollow
poem for you. it kind of describes you a little bit?:
yes no yes no yes no yes no
YES.
yes yes yes hello good to see you how have you been? how are you? who are you? what are you? where are you?
beautiful
yes no yes no yes no yes no
NO.
stop stop stop start over be free be nice i know you! I know what, let’s go!
go go go go go
stop.
@wolfsham
betchya didn’t think I’d take you seriously, huh? here’s your poem:
your ice and my ice are the same ice snow broken trees.
your town is my town. if I wanted to see you the drive would take less than 20 minutes (maybe not today but on another day a sunny day)
your stories could be my stories your friends could be my friends your life could be my life
but I don’t even...
I WANT TO WRITE YOU A POEM.
cool?
“That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend. Of...”
– Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (via harrypotterismylife)
wait so… does that make Ryan Voldemort?
not sure how i feel about this...
orion’s belt traces my collar bone you trace orion’s belt pointing out the places where other constellations would rest
“pegasus here,” cupping my ear “leo here,” touching my cheek
“little dipper,” grazing my lips with yours
my body is the night sky for you, growing darker every day new constellations appear, million-year-old light just reaching us we name them all
then one by one
they...
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i have eaten next to nothing (half a donut and two...
i feel
like shit.
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remember when I said I didn't sign up for this?
I did. 100%. give me a contract, I’ll sign in blood.
it’s dedication, bitch.
Workshit
wolfsham:
This is the most stressful week I’ve had in my ten months of working here. I won’t go into detail since that’s boring. It involves committees, meetings, crazy go nuts people (including myself).
A big winter storm is headed for Lubbock. It will be here tomorrow night and we could get inches and inches of snow. That’ll be fun to deal with on Friday.
Work is sucking all my creative...
ifloat:
bewildandfree:
werewolf - cocorosie
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fish-thoughts
Lately, lines are blurring. Things that were once so solid, stolid, firm (or at least more solid, stolid, firm than they are now) are starting to shift, swap places, crumble. I’m no longer sure how to act around anyone. I’m no longer sure how to act around myself. I’m no longer sure of what is “allowed” and what is “allowable” and what is “advised...
