September 2011
63 posts
I'm getting a haircut today.
Let’s see how this goes…
Haiku Movie Review
No male fantasies were harmed
In the making of
This terrible film.
Happy Thank You More Please
Let me, on behalf of what appears to be my entire Dashboard, declare this I Don’t Give a Fuck Wednesday.
Live it. Love it. FUCK IT.
“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig. Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me. When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. No rhetoric, no tremolos, no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell. And of course, no theology, no metaphysics. Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered.”
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Aldous Huxley, Island (via heartmindspirit)
It’s as though he’s speaking to me personally. Thanks Aldous, I totally needed this today.
(via littleorphanammo)
It is barely 8 am. I have only been up for an hour.
And yet I am angry at EVERYTHING.
People who walk really slowly in across a parking lots where cars coming in from the road are driving really quickly.
People who send pointless text messages like “Hi” or “ok”
My aunt for calling me last night at 9.30 and then texting me at 11.30 in regards to something that is NOT an emergency.
The goddamn stupid radio for not having ANY music playing at 7.30, only traffic and entertainment “news.” I don’t give a SHIT about Dancing with the Stars, I just need some music to soothe my mothertrucking RAGE.
Had a song stuck in my head today, but with the wrong lyrics. Went a little something like this:
You ain’t nothin but a horndog
Humpin all the time
You ain’t nothin but a horndog
Humpin all the time
Well, you ain’t even got a Rabbit
You ain’t no friend of mine
In the special features of “Herb and Dorothy” (have you seen that movie? see that movie now) Dorothy admits that she’s never been to the ocean.
I went to bed sad for her.
In an email of logistical and scheduling items, the school director informed us that in November “We will be taking a field trip to the ocean, leaving at 9am, returning by 4pm.”
I woke up happy for myself.
Apparently my "AGUAMENTI!" shirt looks like it reads "AUGMENT!"
which is funny considering the size of my breasts.
Wear Harry Potter tee-shirt: Get Pottermore email.
I am the headachiest of all headaches.
This is me
This is me ignoring how depressed my former classmates are making me
This is me getting ready to move to Philly
This is me doing yoga five days a week
This is me giving my two weeks at the French restaurant even though they haven’t needed me since July
This is me trying to remember how to cook for myself
This is me channeling stress into an eye twitch
This is me reading “Invisible Cities,” my first homework assignment in three years
This is me remembering that art is important, too, dammit. Maybe not as urgently or obviously as peace and potable water, but just as healing. And more immediate. And easier to share.
This is me turning off “What Not to Wear” because that never helped nobody nowhere.
And then sometimes
People you know, or really, people you knew when they were young and shallow and cared more about surfing and their cheekbones than anything else, are photographed giving a speech in the UN at the International Peace Day conference in front of a panel that includes Stevie Wonder, Dr. Jane Goodall and Michael Douglas.
"You smell bad, Al."
…Thanks, Baffles.
“Cut him some slack. He’s a boy at heart.”
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How To Love A Boy « Thought Catalog
Oh, honey.
(via michelledean)
Oh hell no.
If I ever have a baby you can keep the diapers.
Send me a real cake.
