Is there anything better/worse than seeing the man you love/loved and him being totally cool and wanting to hang out again?
Also, is there anything worse than crying in a cab?
Sunday January 22, 2012 at 9:16
977 notes“Imagine him as a cruel villain with a cape and a mustache and a grand, unsettling laugh. But he is not that at all. He is, in most ways, a very good and caring person who I miss very much. Smart and charming and all of that. Even now, on the very rare occasion that one of us sends the other a two-sentence email, it almost feels okay. But mostly it feels like two people who used to know one another.”
— Alison, Hi.: The art of getting really dumped (via quotewhore)
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Saturday January 21, 2012 at 2:10
2 notesTuesday January 17, 2012 at 21:59
2 notesNew direction?
It started out as a simple “let’s file my taxes” evening. After entering all my information into the little boxes and finding that, again, I owed money….I’ve made the (sort of) decision to go back to school….again.
Is this what I really want? Do I NEED an English degree for my job? OR, is this something that I want to do for myself? To get a degree in something that I actually like and not something that I felt my parents would like me to do.
Also….I’m very, very close to paying off my student loans from 10 years ago. Great.
Saturday January 14, 2012 at 17:31
431 notes“You will love again the stranger who was your self.”
— Derek Walcott, from “Love After Love” (via literary verve)
(Source: proustitute)
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Saturday January 07, 2012 at 19:23
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What a great day.
Sunday January 01, 2012 at 15:32
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New York is great and all but nothing will be as good as Pho Hoa in OKC. I miss it already.
Saturday December 10, 2011 at 0:38
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Bloodbuzz Ohio - The National
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Tuesday December 06, 2011 at 22:57
3 notesHow hard is it…
to make a dress with sleeves?! All I want is a simple, black dress with sleeves for my sister’s wedding in just over two weeks. (Have I mentioned this? My sister is getting married in two weeks.)
I bought a dress, but I just don’t think it’s “dressy” enough, and despite being a crazy small, crazy rushed wedding, I still feel like I’m might be under dressed.
It’s winter! Why must every dress with sleeves be for the Amish?!
Saturday December 03, 2011 at 23:29
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It’s a great night to be a Cowboy! Go Pokes!
Saturday December 03, 2011 at 16:17
12,061 notesForever and ever, amen.
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Thursday November 24, 2011 at 13:34
237 notesWhite meat. Dark meat. All will be carved!
One of the many reasons that I love Eli Roth.
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Wednesday November 16, 2011 at 23:55
Turn to the left….
I have a big fashion event tomorrow after work (we are a media sponsor so we get VIP tickets) and among the many, many things that I am stressed out, my hair being straight and what I’m supposed to wear to this thing ranks high.
What does one wear to a fashion event that start right after work?
Well, at least my nails look nice.
Thursday November 10, 2011 at 20:52
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via nebraskagasm
Oh, I love this game.
1. Superdrag - Stu
2. The Libertines - Begging
3. The Walkmen - Postcards from Tiny Islands
4. Jonathan Fire*Eater - Impatient Talent Show
5. Bravo Silva - Top of the Mall
6. Stone Temple Pilots - Big Empty
7. The Wannadies - Can’t Stop You
8. The Strokes - Taken For A Fool
9. Pete Yorn - Badman
10. The Joggers - Little Kings
11. Madonna - Erotica
12. Fleetwood Mac - Dreams
13. Foreign Born - Winter Games
14. Wings - Jet
15. The Lemonheads - Into Your Arms
16. The Replacements - Bastards of Young
17. Caveman - Thankful
18. Soundteam - Your Eyes Are Liars
19. Galaxie 500 - Ceremony (New Order cover)
20. Best Coast - When The Sun Don’t Shine
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Monday October 24, 2011 at 23:23
3 notesScent memory
A man sat next to me on the train this morning. It wasn’t a crowded train for a Monday, yet I could feel him pressing his legs into mine with an intense pressure. I looked up from my book (another Alice Munro short story collection…ugh, so the best ever) and was pleased to see that the thigh pressure was coming from the most beautiful man I’ve seen in a long time.
I went back to my book, he went back to reading the newspaper and pressing his leg against mine. Then I smelled him. He smelled like a combination of cologne, soap and and the very fainest hint of cigarettes.
It smelled like college. Late nights, backyards, random houses and cold air. Of standing in someone’s yard, drinking flat beer from a keg, of laughing a little too loud and a little too long. Wearing a constant combo of orange and black, sleeping until 2 p.m. and selling parking spaces on game days. Of rugby games, basketball players and football player parties. The smell of Murphy’s and Willie’s on a Saturday night, the smell of the walk home, holding the hand of the boy I loved.
The beautiful man got off the stop before me, but not without a polite smile. There was no way that he could have ever known that I wasn’t sitting on the train, but was 10 years away from that moment, trying to remember where my story began.
Monday October 24, 2011 at 0:16
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I just finished watching Pearl Jam Twenty. Right now, there are still feelings that I need to process, but the one thing I have to get out of me is that 1998 Eddie Vedder has been, and apparently continues to be, the ultimate for me. Ruined me for life.
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