December 2011
222 posts
“500 Days of Poop”
– Cameron Christopher Dunn
I finally found my copy of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close that I’ve read a hundred times and have written all over and marked passages and underlined words and cried buckets onto.
It’s like re-reading an old diary, only it was written by someone with talent.
“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous...”
– ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via silent-souls)
“That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, & I surround myself with...”
– Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathon Safran Foer (via vers-les-etoiles)
“Last year I abstained
this year I devour
without guilt
which is also an art.”
– Margaret Atwood, from ‘Circe/Mud Poems’ (via chekhonte)
“Dawn is a gun shot,
but less humane.
Tell yourself
again each morning—
the...”
– Sarah Barlett, On Survival/Off Death (via grammatolatry)
By now four months have gone by. You get asked if...
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Sloane Crosley, How Did You Get This Number
My Main Hobby
The art of dancing the fine line between having discerning taste and being a judgmental bitch.
The Ambiguously Fat Duo
VetMan very kindly told me to put Minnie on a diet. Now that makes two of us that need to go on a diet but only one of us that will, because I am in charge of her food intake but cannot be held responsible for my own.
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“1. The ring slides back on the finger. 2. The house of the body is love. 3.The...”
– Robyn Art, Myths about Certainty (via grammatolatry)
“I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose.”
– Woody Allen (via thingsandschemes)
“You think you love banana splits but really you just love the maraschino cherry...”
– One Sentence Love Story « Thought Catalog (via nickdouglas)
This world is one giant guilt trip. Apologies all around, sorry I didn’t get to see you while you were in town, sorry you have an eye disease you got while killing a mouse for me, sorry my cat killed you, mouse, sorry you are starving and live in Africa, sorry I got presents for Christmas and the greatest gift you got this year was life, to quote Bono (always appropriate, never necessary).
“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is...”
– Edvard Munch (via moonbrains)
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Can I change that last unanswered text I sent you from “Merry Christmas” to “Merry Christmas motherfucker, remember when you weren’t the shittiest friend ever”? Is it too late? I sent it 12 hours ago.
