July 2011
1 post
In Dungeon Siege III, I play Anjali.
She has locks of golden flame, and she can set her foes on fire with a flick of her wrist.
I’d give up 98% of the world to be her.
June 2011
2 posts
bitch/whine pt. 2
On the surface, everything with him is fine. On the way to the wedding we talked. He doesn’t want out. He said he’s done a long distance relationship before and that it sucked. But he wants to give this thing a shot, for his own sake. It should have made me feel better. So should have dancing with him at the reception, and the way he let me hold his hand on the train ride back,...
bitch/whine.
I don’t think any one place sees more of my emotions than my shower. There’s something comforting about the ugly peach-ish walls, the boiling water. When you put your face right into the spout you can no longer tell the difference between tears and water. It’s like hiding it, even though in there you don’t have to.
Really, you ought not to hide it anywhere, but I do....
April 2011
4 posts
That awkward moment
thatawkwardmoment:
when the guy who discovered milk realizes he has to explain how he found it.
We, the Ugly.
That’s its name. The bane of my writerly existence. Well, at least, of my writerly existence thus far.
I went over it with Meno this afternoon. I sat in a rolly chair in his office, knowing that it was the last Fiction conference of my life at Columbia College, and I STILL royally suck at bracketing.
But for now, that’s neither here nor there. My main concern is this novel in...
March 2011
1 post
That awkward story
thatawkwardmoment:
when your friend in a wheelchair at your niece’s bday party also wants to play musical chairs and your niece shouts out, “NO! He’s going to win EVERYTIME!”
February 2011
48 posts
Pardon Me, But--
—I think you’re slightly embarrassing.
It’s the way you accentuate every syllable of every word until it is a sing-song, a tone so cheerful, only Hairspray would dare try it.
It’s the way you take over every conversation, and usually you have nothing new to mention or contribute.
It’s the way you snort when you laugh.
It’s the way your eyes waver to my tits...
Leave your wife
Give me the chance that you were supposed to give me six years ago.
goodpoetry:
My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
Pablo Neruda
That awkward moment
thatawkwardmoment:
when you try to play hide and seek with Darth Vader but you can hear him breathing.
Ah, bittersweet nostalgia
Tonight, I’d give just about anything to go back to freshman year of college.
I’ll take the stupid required classes, the pink slips, and the awkward sex, if that means I can also have the VIP Lounge, Thirsty Thursdays, and Casey.
Exhibit A: The Pink Slip.
Exhibit B: Anya’s and My dorm room door.
Exhibit C: The VIP Lounge.
Exhibit D: Casey <3
Downright tidal...
KnowwhatI'msayin?
What good is life if you can’t laugh at it, just a little?
That’s kind of how I feel—like a full human being trapped inside a stutterer’s mouth. We are complete beneath the surface, but half of it is always somehow lost in translation. It drifts off into some void, and we are left with this distinct feeling that we aren’t coming across as how we’d like to, how we really are.
“You’re so cold,” he said. And...
“It’s one of those two, love or revenge, I’m not really sure which...”
– Hal, Rocket Science
There’s a human in me, somewhere. Have you seen her?
She sure is something to see. She is humiliation, in the most liberating way.
Resolutions?
(Thanks, Kaylie, for getting me on this train of thought)
I haven’t made any New Years resolutions in, well, years. Not because I haven’t thought of it, I did, I have. Every single time January 1 rolls around, I’m wondering about it. I don’t make any, because I never stick to any, because I make ridiculous, impossible new years resolutions. Like finish a novel. I may as...
yeahwriters:
Prompt idea by JulioEscobar:
“Write your own version of the story behind your favorite song.”
yeahwriters:
Prompt idea by boogiedownlikeaunicorn:
“Write what you imagine your mind would look like.”
“The serpent’s hiss conceals its venom,
as it uncoils itself
among blossoms and...”
– Last stanza of: “In this world there is no honest peace” (anonymous Latin text)
Worst. Dream. Evar.
I was pregnant. I was at a party at a family-friend’s house, and I had to tell my parents. I kept walking around, rubbing my belly, trying to make sure that it was real, it was happening. I told my Mother first. I took her into an empty room. Her eyes became teary, and full of disappointment. “Who is the father?” she asked.
I thought for a moment. Chris? No, we broke...
DEALBREAKER.: EXPOSE: The Age Of the Sensidouche →
The time for meatheads has passed. Jersey Shore has rendered them a thin parody of their former selves. No longer will women (and smaller men) cower in fear at the site of their neck veins and tribal tats. We can watch them be reduced to thin caricatures for our amusement every week on MTV. They…
Bibliophile (n.): Someone who is obsessed with...
Ahem….what are you looking at?
Feminism pt. 1
I’m currently at school, fresh out of Women in U.S. History class, and I have a general bone to pick with the world (as per usual).
Things I learned today:
A) In the 14 and 15th centuries (and perhaps later, actually), if a woman seemed particularly off the wall, it was common for them to be forced to undergo a hysterectomy, as a means for “curing” her...
Writers...
There has got to be some of us that are the epitome of passive aggressive because it’s impossible to type both with comprehension and fury.
Either we uselessly spend that anger poured over a dictionary, trying to find words harsh enough to convey our feelings or we just end up typing sdfljsdlkjklg, which nobody could possibly understand anyway.
….Perhaps we should all...
“Artists become these weird, alienated dreamers with no money who are somehow...”
– Unknown (via sweetcherrytulips)
Productivity.
(Where, oh where, did you go?)
As I sit hunched on a couch, snot seemingly coming out of my nose by the bucket-full (I’m sick), furiously pushing buttons to furiously wipe out cobras, and goblins, and every other creature on Gauntlet: Dark Legacy, while furiously ignoring my homework, I am afraid.
I over analyze by nature. And today I am over analyzing why the prospect of doing...
“A map of the flat Earth is useless once our planet is perceived as a globe.”
–
Keith Smith, book artist.
That awkward moment
thatawkwardmoment:
when you get kicked out the library for putting the bible in the fiction section
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