February 2012
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fluttering-slips:
What a mouth will do
Kiss the impossible hope that love will last. An end to looking as if for one glove. Swallow the sweet lust of fruit—one way a body can be pleased. Tell others why. Tell others nothing. Feel the tongue and how goodness and mercy can flow like a river from the north or how it can rage as only rage can and know there isn’t much to say after...
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“An angle of light. Believe in it.”
– Ana Božičević, from “Death, Is All” (via proustitute)
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Candy the Valley Girl
Keisha and Deirdre: You need a Valley Girl name.
Apa: I'll be Candy. Because I'm sweet. But also hard.
Apa: I'm Fox-y. I have a lot of Twix up my sleeve.
Apa: I make the boys Snicker, because they want to see my Nips.
Keisha: And your Milky Way.
Apa: I want to be Butterfingered.
Papay: I AM NEVER GOING TO EAT CANDY AGAIN
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“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you...”
– Ernest Hemingway (via align)
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Half-moons
Leaving half-moons etched into skin, nails prying tactile silence– these are the marks of restraint. There is no need for sound, only settling into another state.
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“One wants to turn away—and cry
for fire to break out on the stairs
and raze...”
– Dana Gioia, from “Maze without a Minotaur” (via proustitute)
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this is what my brain is reduced to after Math...
Me: how run they deep
Me: "HOW RUN THEY DEEP" omg
Me: my brain is really friend
Me: *FRIED
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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
rabbit-light:
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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