August 2010
1 post
“Make for yourself a world you can believe in. It sounds simple, I know. But it’s...”
– A Convergence of Birds, Jonathan Safran Foer
June 2010
3 posts
“…So lay aside your uncharted courses, your broken scales and charred ideas. Because even the best explorers know- if you know exactly what you’re looking for, you’ll never quite find it. I was by your side, on those late October nights with a little model globe, that used to twirl whenever you spoke. Ancient philosophies and theories were fed to the fire, while witches and...
So, Macroeconomics. What the fuck is this shit? And why did I sign up for this class?
3 week course. I want out. Wah.
“I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when...”
– This is exactly how I feel and exactly why I stay up so late night after night. Except it’s worded much more beautifully here and makes the entire concept seem a lot less cynical, so thanks, Dave Eggers. You get me, I get you, we get each other, and all is well.
May 2010
10 posts
“That was how they came to hold the most splendid funeral they could ever conceive of for an abandoned drowned man. Some women who had gone to get flowers in the neighboring villages returned with other women who could not believe what they had been told, and those women went back for more flowers when they saw the dead man, and they brought more and more until there were so...
“When Dad was tucking me in that night and we were talking about the book, I...”
– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, page 86
On my list of people who deserve a big ‘fuck you,’ you’re number one.
probably because you’re the only one who has actually managed to really piss off a pretty hate-less person like me. so, congratulations. i hope that they see right through you too, for their sake, not mine.
WHEN my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world; The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled In shadowy pools, when armies fled; The love-tales wove with silken thread By dreaming ladies upon cloth That has made fat the murderous moth; The roses that of old time were Woven by ladies in their...
April 2010
3 posts
March 2010
8 posts
“It is not the body, nor the personality that is the true self. The true self is...”
– Marcus Aurelius (via oceanofmind)
RIP Alton. ♥
You will be missed dearly.
February 2010
1 post
So it's been a while...
Ages, quite frankly, and I have no real excuse, except the usual (school, forgetfulness, the internet consuming my soul (kidding.))
Anyway, as far as re-activating my Tumblr goes, I guess I should start with the majors:
- James came to visit over Winter break. We spent one and a half weeks together and it was lovely (I often fall short with words when trying to explain the extent to which I...
January 2010
4 posts
it is so
hard
to be
apart
from you
for so
long.
Five song playlist
1. Higher than the Stars- The Pains of Being Pure at Heart www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNpSX42EcKw 2. Slow Show- The National www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KhGUE_KjIo 3.Run Off the Road- Ola Podrida www.youtube.com/watch?v=Llvgt2wgAvs 4.Leaves In The River- Sea Wolf www.youtube.com/watch?v=jiTosJpIk_g 5. Furr- Blitzen Trapper www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DJt4Zz0TT4
A few of my favourite songs at the...
i am writing a story about a man who fell in love with the english language
A scandinavian linguist who has learned many languages and studied many, many more but out of all of them has classified english as the most structurally and phonetically lovely.
He will be a professor at some prestigious university, and all of his students will adore him, certainly, but he quickly develops Aphasia as...
December 2009
6 posts
thirty-six hours. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
That’s essentially the current limit of my ability to verbalize my thoughts.
Additionally, it has been seven months, CaliforniaNewYorkMichiganMassachusettsParisFlorida.
Happy holidays~
P.S. I hope you don’t see this before tomorrow the painting has to be a surprizzzzze!
Eight more days!
We have waited so long for this.
“As they passed by the marshes, Dr. Urbino recognized their oppressive weight, their ominous silence, their suffocating gases, which on so many insomniac nights had risen to his bedroom, blending with the fragrance of jasmine from the patio, and which he felt pass by him like a wind out of yesterday that had nothing to do with his...
The Orchard
Last night we went out to the orchard in the snow There in the constellations, a big dipper far below We walked through the blackness, felt the endless space around And you bent down on your knee and picked an apple from the ground Out past the forest where the Saint Lawrence lies We heard the cargo ships go pushing through the ice You turned when we heard them, your breath hung in the air And...
November 2009
3 posts
Do you ever find a song that is just so good that...
Forty-seven days.
Darling, I cannot wait to see you again.
October 2009
5 posts
Sign online
sign online sign online sign online! Please?
God, I feel like such a pre-teen girl. And I’m oddly okay with it.
Feelings, and the confession of suppression.
I am in one of those odd stages of thought where you are suddenly terrified that everybody you care about is leaving you.
It doesn’t happen that often, only three or four times a year, usually once with each season, some more- like Summer or Winter, some less- like Spring, but it’s the absolute worst feeling in the world. I feel so paranoid and worried and as if every conversation I...
Niagara Falls- Sufjan Stevens
We had friends...
September 2009
8 posts
My feelings.
I really dislike how you feel when you’re very close to someone and then you stop being close to them for whatever reason, sometimes none, often none, and then you try to make it better again, but it just feels like they DON’T WANT to make it better, and you can feel them drifting and you can see them becoming closer with other people and then you don’t know what to do.
...
Thursday night.
I wrote everything that I was worried about on my arms, legs, and stomach.
I sat in a bathtub and waited for the ink to fade, and in the process, I think that I understood what’s wrong with the way we think.
I just wish that I could explain it. He was right.
All those ancient religious stories are right.
They may not be true, but they’re right.
My (current) favourite song.