November 2010
37 posts
i met someone today
for the first time in a long time.
butterflies and smiles all over.
oh, life. you surprise me. and just when i was feeling fed up.
happy thanksgiving!
i am so thankful for my family. my brother is the light of my life. my mother is a saint. my father is oftentimes a baller, and an all-around very good man.
i am thankful for my friends. they are insane-
courtney- insanely beautiful
katy- insanely smart
hannah- just insane <3
and i am thankful for everything i’ve made it through in the past year.
the close calls in vehicles,...
On Returning Home
“Upon my return…
…I was afraid more than
I had been, even of motels so much so
that for months every tire blow-out
was final, every strange car near the house
kept watch and I strained even to remember
things impossible to forget. “
from “Return” by Carolyn Forche
I just remembered what an insomniac I become when I am home. I stay up all hours,...
thisisfuckyeahhipsterquotes asked: We have the same name. Which is pretty fly. :)
“Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere...”
– Skinny Love, Bon Iver
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“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow...”
– Pablo Neruda
“The greatest crimes in the world are not committed by people breaking the rules,...”
– Banksy (via edibledirt)
dear hannah,
i can’t believe i have quit...
The Old City is blanketed in snow, glistening from the light of weathered copper lanterns affixed to pastel plaster. The Grodzka Gate is an empty passageway, sequestering the antique enclave. I’ve walked this way before in Winter’s frosted silence, only broken by my heels meeting frozen cobblestone. When the trolley bus arrives, its cables ignite sparks above the wet street shining black. I make...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-11-14) →
Shout Out Louds (2)
mewithoutYou (2)
Matt Pond PA (2)
Battle (1)
Lady Danville (1)
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from Tsigan: The Gypsy Poem by Cecilia Woloch
In Warsaw, blackbird girls swoop down in flocks the old town square a swirl of dark-eyed dark-haired girls in brilliant skirts who circle laughing at my waist throw up their arms to beg for sweets who know among the tourists whom to choose (how do they know?) so being chosen, being glad in any language (tak means yes) I let them pick from sticky cakes behind the glass, the old...
http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2010/11/4kaye.html →
allisonweiss:
Chambaland - “A Thousand Bootys”...
Time to act like an adult.
I got a flat tire last night, and I’m less than excited to pay for a new one. Car troubles are getting me down for real lately. I also have car insurance and my credit card bill to pay for. Money isn’t that tight, but I’m starting to panic a little bit. Do I get a higher paying job? Do I break and ask my parents for money if the need arises? This is one thing I have never done....
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2007-12-2) →
Kevin Devine (10)
Kyle Gilbride (3)
Mates of State (1)
Chicago Public Radio (1)
Ratatat (1)
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The story of Google Doodles →
just a little something i realized while pulling...
today i wore a pair of kevin’s socks.
too big, they filled up my boots
like his problems, always two sizes
too big
my toes swallowed up inside
the threads- thick, comfortable,
but too warm.
the same comfort that kept me around
so long.
“We bonded over broken bones.
How many vicodin we took before bed.
How many we...”
– Bags of Bones, Owen 