May 2013
9 posts
downbeatlove:
when did we stop coloring?
6 tags
This Year
I get you, Britney. How can anyone do anything worthwhile with all this HAIR
Hilarious Yoga Mat for Sale Ad on Craigslist →
courtneycjohnson:
It looks like someone in Seattle is selling a yoga mat for $1. The mat was only used once and comes along with this hilarious usage timeline detailing the seller’s experience in a hot yoga class.
Ha ha ha
katyachiroptera:
Just went to purchase my early afternoon diet coke, went to pull out 85 cents out of my wallet. Ended up handing the cashier 50 cents and two craisins.
April 2013
13 posts
6 tags
4.15
Let’s start the torture. Silly little things, nothing you can’t walk away from. I win every time because I can cut without flinching. I must have a fixation with this feeling of sucking in breath— the angular door one’s mouth assumes, how the air spills in and almost suffocates you, lines up against the walls and leans back to make more room. I must have a fixation with...
4 tags
“The problem stems from believing one had any control to begin with.”
8 tags
4/7/13
Nothing like Robert De Niro breaking into your bathroom at a party and attacking you.
Nothing like house-sitting for your neighbors and realizing they have been overtaken by miniature futuristic aliens. Nothing like being forced to go to war with them because they have also overtaken your cat.
Somewhere in there: class, activity workbooks, and a crossword homework you forgot to fill out—...
“One should sit quietly and let the thing invent itself.”
– Iris Murdoch (via theparisreview)
fur on the wind, fur in the wound: Los Angeles... →
katyachiroptera:
Out on my stoop for a bit of (terrible, it went into the sink right after) wine and I spied three amazing sizable moths dipping and feeding off my neighbor’s amazing flowers. The moved too quickly for me to take a proper picture, a mere second or two per blossom. I have no idea what kind of moths…
7 tags
April 1st.
A boy doesn’t wake up, and the sky is as blue as ever.
We try to be magicians and sometimes we forget that we are not. Our magic is just a slight of hand— travel-sized aspirin, a palette of talc. Sometimes stronger.
And now he will not wake up.
How fragile these tiny blue webs are— a refrain for every time I stretch my wrist up as an offering today. Bring them peace. As...
To-do list
Stop writing about the ones who can never love you the way that you want
7 tags
Let me tell you what is grace. Let me tell you what it’s not. It is not so much a robe of sunlight as it is a mouth of flames. How badly do you want this?
Comfort is for the weak and ragged draped in mother’s heirloom jewels. Don’t be fooled; you can do better than feast from empty hands. Comfort is for the ones who never wanted what you want.
You are mostly what’s in the way. Hand...
March 2013
21 posts
“All sins are attempts to fill voids.”
– Simone Weil (via klonazepam)
7 tags
To who you are right now and who you have been
A house that sits on the corner of two streets. The streets have ugly names. Or perhaps only one is ugly; it is ugly and directive, but it is part of the history, which makes it pleasing in a well-intentioned sort of way; the other is not ugly, but it is misleading. A glen is a slender valley that exists most often alone. There is no glen at the end of the street— only a tanned brick school...
“One can’t build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.”
– Anne Sexton (via theparisreview)
5 tags
Vernal equinox
Everything comes alive today. We exhale dust from our bellies and fill them with puddle-promises. Seersucker can be as hopeful and romantic as the word “and”— as weightless as the next step across water. I feel as much a gentleman as any man could. Spring, I will kiss you like Scarlet; we will make the tulips glow darker than her name.
“Right or wrong, it’s very pleasant to break something from time to time.”
– Dostoyevsky (via kateoplis)
kateoplis: Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell“leaving... →
kateoplis:
Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell “leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not…
To the Angelbeast by Eduardo C. Corral : Poetry... →
katyachiroptera:
“Am I not your animal?
You’d wait in the orchard for hours to watch a deer break from the shadows.
You said it was like lifting a cello out of its black case.”
Drive whips I know they like.
5 tags
3/13/13
Cross your legs. Come when you’re called. Laugh when they take the matches out of the drawer, and be grateful when they burn you. It will hardly leave a mark. It was only your sense of mind. Trace the scar. Be grateful for it. So it will leave a mark. But isn’t it beautiful? Look how it’s like a snake of pearls. This is what better times are made of. Remember being surrounded by sand. Remember...
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February 23
February is a month of iron.
I traded four teeth and six inches of hair for a one-way ticket out.
February 2013
3 posts
6 tags
February third.
Tomorrow I will have to wake up again— or maybe it’s: tomorrow I will have to fall back asleep. Lately all I have been doing is falling, though into nothing so warm or right. Today I crouched low in the middle of an aisle and pretended to examine the single-wrapped energy bars so that I could be close to a beautiful man with black wavy hair. He rolled his jeans up once, maybe twice,...
January 2013
26 posts
joetrohnam:
my mom always lets me mash the potatoes because it helps me deal with my feelings
4 tags
January 24th, Thursday
Remember what silence sounds like. Remember it sounds nothing like what you think. Sit in the sun by the pool in winter and wait for a phone call you didn’t know was coming. You can now say you expect the unexpected. Charm a boy scout and get invited to the cafeteria. Forget what you’re supposed to do— it doesn’t matter if you don’t want it right now. But just...
