October 2011
1 post
2 tags
September 2011
3 posts
REBLOGGGGG!!! #BRINGMYONNAHOME!!!
domogoodie2shoes:
I don’t know this beautiful baby girl, nor do I know her family. I happened to come across this on twitter. I decided to make a tumblr post because the word NEEDS to get out about this in every possible way. If you see or hear anything you can reach her sister at the following places.
TUMBLR: http://fashionmoneydrugslove.tumblr.com/
TWITTER: @TeeHickeyyy
REBLOG THIS...
January 2011
1 post
“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts,...”
– Shel Silverstein (via the-madame-hatter)
December 2010
97 posts
On We Go
It will be summer again some other day. The Irish dairy farmer with the scruff around his mouth, like a picture frame encompassing his lips, stands barefoot in the green grass as the ardent sun, at its zenith, beats down between his shoulders as if he were a djembe drum. His eyes are closed tightly just as they usually are during those quiet moments of deep thought and prayer. As the sun warms...
This is the desk that I sit at
and the computer that I type at
Each click click clack
fingers salute
on a mystical train inside my head
where I think about yesterday
the day of forgetting
My grandmother in a dream told me once
something about finding your realm
some sort of collectiveness
something about balance
I know what it is now that calms me
“Don’t knock masturbation - it’s sex with someone I love.”
– Woody Allen (via speaksexual)
caitsmeissner:
I am truly, entirely captivated and moved by a novel long prescribed to me by various word-hungry friends. The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Quoting is futile, for in each short chapter the language rolls over itself like waves, these sweeps of beauty and sadness and questions and philosophy. It is the first time in a long time I cannot put a book down. I have longed for this...
bbook:
“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives and to the good life, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.”
After last night, I desperately yearn for a Guyanese friend to read my grocery lists.
Life can be a drag at times
drag it
keep dragging
but if you make a note
to pick up your feet
every once in a while
you might find
you are in control
you might find
it easier as you wrangle
and reclaim your life once again
And because I really feel as though women might just be better multi-taskers than most men. Just through observations. My mom will be in the kitchen cooking dinner (rare these days), talking on the phone, and painting the ceiling. All at the exact same time. It’s amazing. Whereas I need all concentration and complete and utter silence in order to cook eggs. It’s kind of pathetic...
So it turns out Spongebob is realistic. You can...
thtboysamonster:
rainyluvyou:
fraeuleinheydrich:
daleksontumblr:
This is an underwater river in Mexico.
my mind has been blown.
how is this possible.
“Why go to the park and fly a kite when you can just stay home and pop a pill!”
– Cosmo Kramer (via mybonesareshattered)
Another Excerpt
The day she left was a hot one, contrary to the air that saturated our tiny apartment in the heart of Manhattan. I sat at the foot of the bed with my head resting in my hands. She stood, arms folded, peering out the window and down at the neighborhood kids all scrambling around a white van, its driver pestering them to buy ice cream to cool off. She was beautiful even as she scoffed. Hair...
“My father died with a cigarette in his hand.”
“I should be sorry to hear that.”
“And you aren’t?”
“My first thought was always a cigarette. It still is most days. My mother smoked but forbid me from doing so. Little deters me.”
“If you want to talk to me, you’re going to have to put out that cigarette.”
“You’re assuming that I am even remotely inclined to talk to you?”
“And you...
jessonom:
Bob Dylan - One More Cup Of Coffee
Why I am a rebel.
Mom let me taste the dressing to see if it needed additional care. When she turned her back, I took three more spoofuls. Oh yeah.
Kurt Vonnegut’s tips for writing a short story.
Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water
Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.
Start as close to the end...
“I am a humanist, which means, in part, that I have tried to behave decently...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
Raise your hand if you wanted to be mall security when you were 4.
