drinking usually gives us the liquid courage to say how we feel, or to have a heart to heart with someone, and sometimes it’s good. in fact, every time this has happened to me i would say that it had a positive outcome. until now. i basically operate on the principal that i will not “talk shit” or express my opinion behind someone’s back if i am not prepared to say it to...
i should not be surprised that my friends are an hour and 15 minutes late to pick me up. i should not be shocked at this outrageous abuse of my time. i should not be disappointed that i’m missing even more of the bachelorette party tonight, because i signed up for this.
i love my life.
came home from work and went straight to an hour-long couple’s massage at the foundry spa, here in athens. followed it up with a cold cider. grilled fabulous filet mignons for dinner. definitely adding dessert and “dessert” to this list by the end of the evening.
While feminist supporters like to think that feminism has been the motivating...– bell hooks (via transformfeminism)
June 19, 2009
atlantahistorycenter: Athens Georgia’s Georgia Theatre was gutted by fire.
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...– Charles Bukowski (via caryrandolph)
i just did this thing where i searched “cats” on tumblr and just browsed. who am i? question for long-time cat lovers/ owners: how the hell do you deal with all the effing cat hair?
Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?
onemoresolo: by Joyce Carol Oates, for Bob Dylan Her name was Connie. She was fifteen and she had a quick, nervous giggling habit of craning her neck to glance into mirrors or checking other people’s faces to make sure her own was all right. Her mother, who noticed everything and knew everything and who hadn’t much reason any longer to look at her own face, always scolded Connie about...
elle-oh-elle: Don’t ever fucking Tell me you sent an email Just send the email
The Hotels: Buses. Cars. Lights. →
thehotels: The streets smell bad in the summer. The tunnels have rats. The drunken men want money. The taxi’s drive considerably faster than they ought to. Nobody wants to talk. The bars are overpriced. The police seldom help. Everyone is an artist. Everyone else is in a band. Trees aren’t as hard…
I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.– Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland (via blua)