December 2010
59 posts
Anonymous asked: What are you doing New Years Eve?
INSANITY!!!!!!!!!!
“I remember being home one time at Christmas just a few years ago and it was a...”
– Tina Fey on her favorite Christmas memories from her favorite TV shows (via betty-caruso)
I spent Christmas eve watching reruns of criminal minds I’ve seen a thousand times and ruining the endings for my dad. I also spent it thinking about how much I love shit about serial killers and...
Poetry: in a middle of a room stands a suicide... →
goodpoetry:
in a middle of a room stands a suicide sniffing a Paper rose smiling to a self
‘somewhere it is Spring and sometimes people are in real:imagine somewhere real flowers,but I can’t imagine real flowers for if I
could,they would somehow not Be real’ (so he smiles smiling)’but I will not
…
tesslynch:
paul simon — the obvious child
one...
“The moon will never lie to anyone. Be like the moon. No one hates the moon or...”
– Henry Rollins (via moonbrains)
Live deep: I love the dark hours of my being →
cameronchristopher:
I love the dark hours of my being in which my senses drop into the deep. I have found in them, as in old letters, my private life, that is already lived through, and become wide and powerful now, like legends. Then I know that there is room in me for a second huge and timeless life. But…
“Freedom is the possibility of isolation. You are free if you can withdraw from...”
– Fernando Pessoa (via foudre)
A List of Things I Love, if you please, becuase...
My job when it consists of doing nothing and layering on mustache kitten shirts because WE’RE COLD and IT’S FUNNY!
Fawning over my own gift wrapping skills in private where no one can see how full of myself I am
Fleece pants
Not having to act like I’m going to get up and go to class in the morning
SEQUINS
CHRISTMAS!!!!!!
Lists of Things I Hate are not pessimistic. So...
People that are too nice
People that aren’t nice enough
Fake glasses wearers
When people ask me if my glasses are fake. NO, do I really seem like that big of a douche?
Once your socks get wet and you know your toes will be cold the rest of the day
Something rancid in the fridge but I don’t want to clean it out because that would mean sticking my head in the smell-hole, so I let...
Poetry: I'm an Emotional Idiot →
goodpoetry:
I’m an Emotional Idiot so get away from me. I mean, COME HERE. Wait, no, that’s too close, give me some space it’s a big country, there’s plenty of room, don’t sit so close to me. Hey, where are you? I haven’t seen you in days. Whadya, having an affair? Who is she? Come on, aren’t I…
Hahahah… holy shit. All except the ‘marry me’ part. You wanted one that...
LOL PRESS PLAY AND LOOK AT THE GIF.
Poetry: Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far... →
goodpoetry:
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel…
Peter Singer and MY MOM:
tied as masters of the ancient art of The Guilt Trip.
It really is a shame that I have such strong...
because I would look killer in a wedding dress.
I Heard A Bird Sing
goodpoetry:
I heard a bird sing In the dark of December A magical thing And sweet to remember. “We are nearer to Spring Than we were in September,” I heard a bird sing In the dark of December.
Oliver Herford
“The United States—how can you live in that country?” the man had asked. Agnes...”
– Lorrie Moore, Birds of America (via cameronchristopher)
“If all the atheists left the USA, it would lose 93% of the National Academy of...”
– scott_hurst (scott_hurst) on Twitter (via tyznik)
Oooh, that is a great statistic! I think I’m going to store that in my arsenal of fun facts that make people not like you at parties.
“were you eating popcorn when you picked up”
“no. well, this time or when you called like 30 minutes ago?”
“this time.”
“last time i was eating popcorn. now i’m eating a laffy taffy.”
“oh, what’s the joke?”
“oh i mean an airhead.”
“i don’t get it.”
“i mean i’m eating an...
Poetry: Death Of A Whale →
goodpoetry:
When the mouse died, there was a sort of pity; The tiny, delicate creature made for grief. Yesterday, instead, the dead whale on the reef Drew an excited multitude to the jetty. How must a whale die to wring a tear? Lugubrious death of a whale; the big Feast for the gulls and sharks; the tug Of…
“If someone breaks your heart, just punch them in the face. Oh sure, it seems...”
– Chuck Klosterman (via tiportiff)
