May 2013
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summer reading goals
> me talk pretty one day / naked / let’s explore diabetes with owls
> child of god
> are you my mother? / dykes to watch out for
> for whom the bell tolls / the sun also rises / etc.
> one hundred years of solitude
> both flesh and not / consider the lobster and other essays
> parts of ulysses
> light in august
(there are others, i’ll add them when...
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April 2013
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“You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you...”
– Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace
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“and then I asked him with my eyes”
– Ulysses, James Joyce
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thanksgiving grey: “The really important kind of... →
delawareareyou:
“The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day. That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The…
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March 2013
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last night sitting at the bar with her laughing and making the silliest faces, i couldn’t help but notice the couple a few chairs down from us (her boobs surgically disproportionate and his tattoos awkwardly along his upper arm, as if falling) glancing first at us and then back to each other, displeased.
it took every part of me not to stand up and say something, but instead i sat next to...
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delawareareyou:
songjournal:
Songs:Ohia - 7th...
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“English, motherfucker, do you speak it?”
– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
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“So compose from such flashes an image of these years as a whole. And for a...”
– Carson McCullers, “The Ballad of the Sad Cafe”
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it was sometime before or after christmas, maybe a year ago, and some snow on the ground, i think. we brought presents for mom, our kids never enthusiastic but always polite, sitting quietly on the couch and declining repetitiously mom’s offers of soda or water or juice, forgetting minutes after asking that she’d asked and then asking again. later, gift wrap scattered across the room...
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“He walked out of a party one night because somebody had used the word...”
– Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49
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jemennuie:
The Rip- Portishead
February 2013
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“It’s not that it’s not there—it’s that you’re not seeing it.”
– (via magnificentruin)
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delawareareyou replied to your post: no longer in the honors program.
when i got kicked out of honors i drank 2 four lokos and puked on the colloquium hall. i recommend it.
every wall looks like the perfect place to shove my head. i plan on being so wasted tonight that i forget i’m even in college.
(but thank you really; i smiled once today because of you.)
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(via grammatolatry)
I I was born in the gut of Blackness from between my mother’s particular thighs her waters broke upon blue-flowered linoleum and turn to slush in the Harlem cold 10 PM on a full moon’s night my head crested round as a clock “You were so dark,” my mother said “I thought you were a boy.”
II The first time I touched my sister alive I was sure the earth took note but we...
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“If I learn another language in the next ten minutes,
you’d be the first...”
– Hop Along, “Failure”
no longer in the honors program.
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“It is the images of women, kind and cruel, that lead me home.”
– Audre Lorde, Zami
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emotions ...
My mom was born a few minutes before her twin into a house of already one boy and one girl. Two years later, her dad left her mom to live in many houses, almost all of them with only one room, while her mom worked as a secretary so that her children could have food on the table at night. (My grandmother as a child would ride her pony to school even when the snow was feet deep.) Once my mom and her...
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magnificentruin:
Simon & Garfunkle The Only...
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“Smokers shivering in the weak sun.”
– (via magnificentruin)
Anonymous asked: the dfw grad speech gets me every time
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“We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves.”
– David Foster Wallace from The Pale King (via whereislittlemaggie)
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i organized myself →
whatever, i’m wasted.
