January 2010
25 posts
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trains
my mind is unable to settle on any one thing today, it’s skirting the fringes of memories with something shifty in its gait, like a panhandler about to beg for some change. (it wants something, I know it.) I blame the weather. Today sunny and 60, tomorrow will be a dreary 40. I rolled the windows down in my car as I drove around looking for temporary work. Something about the quality of the...
Art of Ken Wong →
Cool art. Being able to find cool stuff (that you would otherwise never be exposed to) is the only reason to have the internet.
The work you do while you procrastinate is probably the work you should be doing...
– Jessica Hische (via Austin Kleon)
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
thingsidontunderstandand:
What he said: “I do not care.”
What he meant: “I need you to make it seem like you care even less.”
hitting the nail on the head - for me, anyway..
lot's wife, a eulogy
He doesn’t want to be alone. But he does, too.
Yea, and me. I get it. I’ve always gotten it, and that’s why. That’s why we wander in silence, hermits in our self imposed deserts and mountain caves of egocentric thought, why we sacrifice those little lambs on the altar of creativity.
When I first met him, I was sickened by his narrow sighted consideration of himself as a...
Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with...
– Lemony Snicket (via lilacwine) (via apidae)
sleight of hand/IAMTHEBLAME
always peering around the corner, suitcase in my hand, I drift to the poles like the floating needle of a compass, all because I can’t help it. swinging high, so high that I might fly right over, so I can feel my stomach lurch when I come careening back toward the earth, I scrape my heels in the dirt, put my toes to the edge and leeeeeeean. If I could find the brick to pull, the wall’d come down...
salty
The moon says things are changing, I feel the earth shifting. Atlas throws the load off, the sky falls, all the chicken littles and bigs are left speechless as the world shatters and pieces of the lie rain like ashes into our hands. You’re the great beast on the unconscious sea, you move underneath it all, no doubt you’ve already traveled every channel and fjord in my brain and body – and...
how can i have the life i desire
without having my beliefs call me a liar
– sister’s wordpress
i’m a woman and love is what i do.
i’m a woman… my heart is under your shoe.
– my sister’s wordpress