January 2011
45 posts
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-You always see those posters in classrooms designed to be insightful and though provoking, saying things like ‘ten years from now it won’t matter what shoes we wore or what music we listened to, but the things we learned.’ And yes, that’s all good and true but that’s not exactly the point I’m trying to make. It’s not quite even that; it’s bigger....
I feel like there are a lot of things I need to...
fortis, callosus, certus -
All I want right now is to be sure of things, to be sure of what I want. I want to be tough. I want to be solid. I want to be concrete. I’ve felt so stretched out lately, pulled in different directions and torn into pieces. I want to be in control. So maybe I won’t ever know all the answers, I won’t ever be 100% anything. But right now I just want to be certain, certain of a few...
We sat in the cold sand on the beach that morning. It was a chilly day and everything was tinged with grey, the sky, the water, the sand. The wind blew gently lifting up strands of her long hair, as if by the invisible hands of tiny sprites. Out on the horizon there were small shapes moving, dolphins leaping out of the water and diving back in again. I remembered playing in the water as a child...
I feel empty and hollowed out. Is it possible to make yourself sick to you stomach, incapable of eating, from being so angry? I don’t understand how everything happened like this, how I could single handedly ruin so many things all at once? I keep trying to find the right words, but they always come out all wrong. I don’t like this person I am, not at all. It’s like all the...
‘And when I die I want to be cremated and my ashes put in a mason jar and mixed with sand and glitter and seashells and buried under the joshua tree in the back,’ she said this to me with a slight, far-away smile on her face as she wrapped twisted strands of her pink streaked hair around her fingers. ‘Or maybe I want my ashes scattered in the forest or the sea so I can become...
I keep finding long hairs stuck to my clothing. Like ghosts following me around, reminding me of the person I used to be.
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So I'm freaking out...
because I found out that I am one of the winners of that book contest I entered back in November! Which means I’m getting my book published. !!! Pretty much been freaking out all day.
ladyladyington:
No Hands - Waka Flocka Flame ft....
It’s remembering to write down everything. Who cares if the words you write don’t always sound good? It’s saying what you need to say.
I want to write and write and have words pouring out of me and not keep erasing and deleting and scribbling after every try. I’m imagining different ways and instances and I’m imagining Poe or Kerouac (so they say, so they know) and I imagine her sitting there at her typewriter with her cigarettes and coffee trying to be Lillian Hellman. Maybe that’s what I need, settings and...
Nothing’s right and these lines aren’t even and sometimes people won’t let you love them the way you want to. Sometimes I’m one of those people, denying those words that he kept hidden in his mouth just in case he found a chance to say them, if one day he thought I’d let him. Everyone is broken - how many times have I heard those words? We are cracked vases and shoes...
Nothing’s right and these lines aren’t even and sometimes people won’t let you love them the way you want to. Sometimes I’m one of those people, denying those words that he kept hidden in his mouth just in case he found a chance to say them, if one day he thought I’d let him. Everyone is broken - how many times have I heard those words? We are cracked vases and shoes...
I want to write and write and have words pouring out of me and not keep erasing and deleting and scribbling after every try. I’m imagining different ways and instances and I’m imagining Poe or Kerouac (so they say, so they know) and I imagine her sitting there at her typewriter with her cigarettes and coffee trying to be Lillian Hellman. Maybe that’s what I need, settings and...
Write more letters when you’re young and enthusiastic. When you’re eight and ten and twelve and haven’t yet become weighed down and tired. Because once you get older everyone has some excuse for not writing.
Climb more trees and run more, run faster, before time slows you down. Shout and sing and throw yourself headlong (headfirst) into anything and everything.You’re...
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“I have no advice for anybody; except to, you know, be awake enough to see where...”
– Jeff Buckley (via mud-luscious)
“I have no advice for anybody; except to, you know, be awake enough to see where...”
– Jeff Buckley (via mud-luscious)
L'esprit de escalier
goldenstrawberry:
The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think all of things you should have said.
L'esprit de escalier
goldenstrawberry:
The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think all of things you should have said.
clavicola:
I don’t understand what good can possibly come out of being mean to someone. If we all just realized, right here and right now, that every single human being on this goddamn planet has their own set of issues, then I feel as though we’d all be a lot more compassionate towards each other. The simple idea of someone out there who opts to make someone’s life a little bit harder sickens...
clavicola:
I don’t understand what good can possibly come out of being mean to someone. If we all just realized, right here and right now, that every single human being on this goddamn planet has their own set of issues, then I feel as though we’d all be a lot more compassionate towards each other. The simple idea of someone out there who opts to make someone’s life a little bit harder sickens...
woodyallenpromqueen:jayarress:
dexy’s midnight...
woodyallenpromqueen:jayarress:
dexy’s midnight...
I’ve been holding my head under the surface for too long, silver pools of memory. I need to shake the dust off my shoulders and pushes the boxes to the back of my closest. There’s a time for remembering and there’s a time for moving on. And it’s that time, time to be brave and fearless and look at the world with eyes wide open. It’s time to face the present and leave...
jevoislavieenrose asked: Yesterday in AP English we had to write for 10 minutes about an experience over Christmas break that we never want to forget. I wrote about our fort. I'm not as awesome with words as you, but I'm probably going to keep in forever because putting it down in words made me so, so happy I could float. And I miss you already.
“Let your fiction grow out of the land beneath your feet.”
– Willa Cather
Burn, burn, burn
cause you have everything to live for.
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old writing
It was night and it felt like an adventure, but a too-quiet adventure. I know there are a lot of things weighing on my mind. And maybe you don’t know this, but sometimes I get sad and quiet, and you know, there are some people who always make me forget what to say. The music was turned down low and I watched your face as you drove, illuminated every few seconds by beams of light from the...
2011: being brave.
November gave me some ideas. And December reinforced them. A lot of the time I can be cynical about things, but a new year is always something I’ve loved, something that’s made me hopeful. Just like how I’ve always loved the first page in fresh notebook. I’m not just saying this as a wishful New Year’s resolution. I’m saying this because it’s been building...