I'm getting a little sick of living outside the bubble ( Read more... )

that most intimate outpouring of private grief made public; the world exerts its right to consume each part for itself.

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"in a past life I was a writer."
always said with an ironic smile and a flip of the wrist, as though so easy to pass by, as though.

when small children have tired tired eyes, it makes my hands feel like lead ( Read more... )

Dear World ( Read more... )

today at work a small child licked my arm. Then he put his hand on my shoulder and very seriously told me "you're doing a very good job." He then licked my arm again.

I kind of love work, even when it totally freaks me out. I guess all that vanilla birthday cake smelling bath wash was a bad idea.

hi ( Read more... )

i would 100% really like to stop having a cold now ( Read more... )

I've decided to stop being a baby and delve back into the art world. For the past four months, I've avoided doing anything incredibly creative for myself in the fear that it would trap me back in that destructive void that generally accompanies making anything worthwhile. Last night I forced myself back in and it was hard and painful and ( Read more... )

This is perhaps the stupidest thing to get nostalgic about, but when I learned that Harold and Kumar was coming out with a sequel, I immediately thought of the night when my roommates and I spent the night laughing hysterically over what is quite possibly the best movie ever. I just got an email back from all of them and it made my heart hurt so ( Read more... )

Dear clothes, books, and travel:

why oh why oh why do you insist on being so amazing and awesome that you cause me to consistently max out my visa? WHY?

on the same vein - I'm going to Ditte's for american thanksgiving! (woot!) and will be in Montreal for the premiere of Happy Feet!

My life is complete.