January 2012
1 post
Book Review: Anthropology of an American Girl →
“American Girl dredges up the real substance of youth, we are and were not the happy-go-lucky misfits of Glee or the scripted reality of MTV shows, there is violence, depravity, intellectual blooming, addiction, despair. Thayer Hamann doesn’t shy away from any of it, allowing her characters to navigate her world as we do ours, stumbling, searching, grasping.”
September 2011
1 post
Just Peachy →
He says, “Do you want to keep this pasta cookbook?”
And I say, yes, of course. When what I really mean is keep everything. File it all away, store them on shelves and in stacks and hanging from the…
August 2011
1 post
July 2011
2 posts
Thoughts on Almost Getting Hit →
They say life flashes before your eyes, but they didn’t say it might not be recognized. Might not even be mine.
Cars are too smooth these days. Windows that won’t be confined to a side. Colours…
And Eventually We Build →
At some point we must begin to make decisions for our future, however distant it may seem. Our history is written and rewritten, our truths become half-truths, and then myths… legends. The people…
May 2011
2 posts
The Rapture →
The world almost ended, or so they say. We all get a little paranoid sometimes, afraid of being washed away. When the rain stopped, though, I caught myself sighing at the sky. Another empty cloud…
April 2011
4 posts
Nothing →
I can feel myself peeling off in strips, slowly, so slowly. Lay it on a mannequin like paper-mâché. This here? It will all be okay. That’s what we say.
Careful not to breathe in too deep, share the…
nomoreundead:
I want to be
the one you want in your mind and your gut and your bathroom.
But I don’t want you to fuck the whole world to find out.
- Bukowski
“A person’s destiny is something you look back at afterwards, not something to be...”
– The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via evokit-notes)
March 2011
1 post
Almost Spring →
The weather lifts.
Sometimes, it feels like a dance. Pirouette from season to season, two-step day to day. The snow melts and all the urban bears emerge from their apartment doors shaking their…
February 2011
11 posts
Notes from the Kitchen After Midnight →
I swallow against the hand on my throat. Lean into the discomfort, it will all make sense one day. This is the stuff of character. I tell them, “this is not about you.” But, they sign their names to…
Hunger →
I let the oranges rot. It’s depressing when the cupboards are nearing bare and all these lovely oranges are going bad in the hanging fruit basket. I hang on to them, hanging there, because when I…
January 2011
17 posts
If I Was Wrong About Paris →
He told me I was wrong, that Paris loved them. He found a city block filled with guitar stores that were all closed. They stood in the Louvre and smiled, whispering, “we’re in the Louvre.” He told…
hunsonisgroovy:
Passion Pit – All These Trees
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“No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another...”
– Nathaniel Hawthorne (via davemorin)
The Wrong Day of the Week →
The snow turns to rain. Side slanting, leak into your boots, plaster your hair to your face, turn your thighs red, cold cold rain.
I skate to work cursing, spend the first 5 minutes wringing my…
Fruit Fly Memories →
The orange juice was too expensive. The orange punch was on sale. Only the rich drink vitamins, but we’re rich in dreams. I mixed it up in a stolen beer pitcher, I liked it more than I thought I…
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...”
– Neil Gaiman (via wordpainting)
December 2010
2 posts
November 2010
11 posts
“She wants to know if I love her. That’s all anyone wants from anyone else. Not...”
– Johnathon Safran Foer (via shitholeofdumb)
heartbeat city: Cold and crowded, she ducked into... →
heartbeatcity:
Cold and crowded, she ducked into the Gap on 41st and 3rd to sit by herself for a while, in the dressing room with some sweaters. No one asks if you need help in the Gap, which she didn’t, she just needed a little wool for a while, and a few feet to herself.
Cold and alone, he slipped into the…
There is so much story here in only two paragraphs…
“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are...”
– Fernando Pessoa | Bernardo Soares, The Book of Disquiet (via happycollision)
“The trouble with fiction is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes...”
– Aldous Huxley, The Genius and the Goddess (via predatorywaspobserver)