February 2012
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Woman in Comedy: A really scary thing happened to...
gabydunn:
Part of me thinks it’s too soon to be writing about this because I don’t think I’ve completely processed how I feel, but I also think maybe this has happened to other women and I should talk about it in as raw a way as possible. I’m still really embarrassed and ashamed and garbled up inside, but maybe this can start a helpful discussion in terms of women and comedy.
Last night, I was...
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The biggest photo of the night sky ever taken. →
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Recipe for Amnesia
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Of every priest, guru, nun and rishi, of every therapist, lama, swami, and saint. Of every drug addict and several strangers on the street, I’ve asked for teachings on forgetfulness, transmissions, rituals for purification, drugs and whiskey, any form of magic for erasing your voice from my mind, your image from my days and nights, your scent of salt and lemons and warm summer rain...
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“The lightning has shown me the scars of the future.”
– W. S. Merwin, from “The Nails” (via proustitute)
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A small confession
Sometimes, I feel like I chose Psychology because of my persistent need to fix things. But I can’t.
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“I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in...”
– Jeffrey McDaniel (via cordura)
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waitingforteaagain:
a sea of sighs
I wish I knew the language of hands. There are hundreds of words in the turn of a wrist, thousands in the trembling of fingertips. But there are dozens of interpretations for the clutching of a fist, the stretching of a finger - there are too many exceptions and not enough rules. Syntax and grammar do not exist in the curl of fingers to palm, only a wilder...
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When I make something for someone
I make no other copies. This spins a loss into completion - the gift is theirs alone. I miss them from time to time, those words, shapes and sounds I held for mere minutes. I want to recall what they were like, to cool my hands in their settled forms. But I remember where they go, and whom it is I really miss.
It’s an expression of rarity: this is one, the only one that is. If I give you...
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"THE CONCERN IN YOUR EYES HAS GIVEN ME THE...
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HUUUU BB STEF Y
Bakit kasi ang bait kong tao UGGGHHH yuck as if
brb burrowing under my quilt and never coming out
WAHAHA. BB Stef, your phrasing. I can only imagine what your internal monologue sounds like. Feeling ko at least 32% majestic siya.
The 68% must remain undisclosed for the sake of dignity, mysterious allure, and family secrets.
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Something malandi with Keisha Kibanoff
Me: Look, we're hogging the PDA couch!
Keisha: LOOK, WE'RE HOGGING. *hug*
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*Later...*
Keisha: I enjoy the smoothness of your...
Me: MY...? O____o
Keisha: *rubs touchpad mousepad mouse thingy of laptop* This thingy.
Me: Oh, phew.
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*Looking at photos on Facebook that are malandi in nature*
Me: Ang cute naman ninyo. Parang RomCom.
Keisha: Pero Com lang talaga. STORY OF MY LIFE.
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Nightsong
rabbit-light:
Beside you, lying down at dark, my waking fits your sleep. Your turning flares the slow-banked fire between our mingled feet, and there, curved close and warm against the nape of love, held there, who holds your dreaming shape, I match my breathing to your breath; and sightless, keep my hand on your heart’s breast, keep nightwatch on your sleep to prove there is no dark, nor...
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