December 2011
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My count of movies I’ve watched over winter break has reached 8. Usually it takes me half a year to watch this many movies. I’m contemplating whether I should feel accomplished or lazy.
This time of year the cold air pushes us inside and we mumble things about how the doctor told us our Vitamin D counts are too low, when we’re really just trying to say that we wish we could brave the wind that bares our souls to the world with its sting. I spend too much time in bed, sometimes because I’m sad, but more often just because I am cold. No amount of sweaters and scarves...
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How quickly a minute goes by
when you’re waiting for water to heat up in the microwave.
How slowly
when you’re watching the ticking hands of a clock.
It never occurs to me until afterwards
that I could have used milk
to make my hot chocolate
just like my mother does.
But somehow my hands automatically reach
for the water pitcher.
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“And so you go out with girl, and you’re driving. “So what are you reading right...”
– Henry Rollins (via tacoblitz)
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lately
I’ve decided I’m just going to channel Helene Bonham Carter and embrace my crazy hair. I am very okay with this.
I actually watched some movies for once and now have a couple to cross off from my list. Heathers- in all its ridiculousness and dark humor, I loved it. Conversations with Other Women - A bit strange. I can’t stand Aaron Eckhart, but Helena Bonham Carter made it...
jevoislavieenrose asked: TODAY TODAY TODAY TODAY TODAY TODAY I CAN'T WAIT
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You told me your secrets and I wanted to offer you comfort like grilled cheese sandwiches and warm blankets, but all I had were the words I pulled from the cracks between the couch cushions and offered to you with a voice that sounded like a teacup rattling in its saucer. I wanted to rub understanding into your shoulders, but I knew that it would still be years before you found the answers to the...
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Anonymous asked: where would one find your book? is it available for purchase?
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So yesterday I went to my fifth grade teacher’s house to give her a copy of my book. When I was in her fifth grade reading class we did an assignment where we had to write our own picture book. When she gave me mine back she told me that someday when I became a published author she wanted a signed copy of my first book. I laughed and said something like ‘of course.’ Over the...
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There was something so familiar about it, like a routine, like wearing ruts in the dirt by going in a pattern. And somehow I was okay with that, the sameness of it all. How we found ourselves in the very same room, how we found something to fight about so our hands had a reason to find each other, how there is always a blank space between the first kiss and the second, how you put your arms around...
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“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not...”
– Azar Nafisi
(via laceandcake)
marissahm asked: I received your book and zine! I read the zine and I love it! More personal and raw than other zines, and the writing is so honest. "Maybe I want to tell you that there are things I want to uncover..." -hit me so hard. Thanks for sharing other pieces of you also. I look forward to reading your book.
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last night: remembered again that i am a not party person, saw some old friends, and met some really cool new people. it was a good night turned not so good turned awesome.
also i woke up with blue glitter all over myself and i’m not quite sure how that happened.
change.
Some days I think to much and everything starts to seem so futile, but at the same time still completely worth it. Sometimes I wonder if everything is for nothing. We can try and try, but things will continue to happen or not happen, people will walk in and out of our lives whether we want them to or not. Sometimes I can only see endings and I forget to look at the time I have right now....
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Maybe everything will make more sense in the...
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Don’t try to stand seven feet tall
and tell me you’ve never tasted disppointment,
never known what it feels like to have your hopes split open,
cracked into pieces like shards of glass.
shards of something softer maybe,
like shattered clouds.
Like a pocket to hold my heart,
I’ve had the contents crushed under the heel of a boot.
Don’t try to tell me you don’t...
Dear December,
I am just a girl with small hands
who worries too much (but is learning not to)
and gets cold too easily.
Please be kind.
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The 45 Most Powerful Images of 2011 →
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things i learned from taekwondo
On my fourteenth birthday I promised myself I would never cry again.
That was the day I learned that even if I don’t know what I’m doing,
I can’t let my voice shake.
I learned a lot of things over the years.
I learned how my eyes give me away,
the day I got kicked in the face for the first time.
I learned that sometimes you bloody your knuckles,
but it only stings for a...
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“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them...”
– Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam (via itgivesitthew; jakeisg)
exciting things today
getting film developed
mailing out the first book I’ve sold. (it’s crazy to say that)
coffee & pajamas
sending out some letters
making up some mix cds (i would put them on mediafire if i knew how)
I’ve met you a hundred times: on the subway, in the grocery store, at a friend’s apartment, on the sidewalk. Yet each time is never quite right. Each time we both slip away with only a first encounter, and never a second or third. I keep rewriting the words over and over again, trying to get it just so: the first words, the introductions, but it all falls flat and ends there after the...