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I also bought this orchid and was given this rose.

I also bought this orchid and was given this rose.

I bought some Mandelic Acid and Gly-Luronic Acid Serum to use on my face.  I also paid all the monies for that Dr. Gross Acid Peel Pads kit, which came with a free sample of Ferulic Acid and Retinol Serum (or something?).  It’s not that I have skin problems I want to address.  It’s more that I want 2014 to be a year of excessive and ritualistic grooming.  

XXXX probably should have made time to hang out today, but it’s ok that he didn’t because some guy at the grocery store said I looked cute and he liked my sweater and hair.  The only thing I bought was a $12 pint of Jeni’s ice cream, because the firm is reimbursing me today and fuck it.  I’m sated on all fronts now.

XXXX probably should have made time to hang out today, but it’s ok that he didn’t because some guy at the grocery store said I looked cute and he liked my sweater and hair.  The only thing I bought was a $12 pint of Jeni’s ice cream, because the firm is reimbursing me today and fuck it.  I’m sated on all fronts now.

Every time “we’re just friends” has left my mouth this year, it’s been a lie.

Outtakes

Modest Mouse – Heart Cooks Brain (2,321 plays)

(Source: inqo, via earth-death)

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Double Decker, 3.5”x5”

ghostphotographs:

Double Decker, 3.5”x5”

Back in your father’s arms when he said to you that you could do anything you want to, when he looked into your eyes he knew you believed it. Do you remember what you wanted to be then? Well I want to be the one that makes you feel like you could be that thing again. Hair in a sloppy knot, ratty t-shirt on, your singing all the words to your favorite songs. When you looked into my eyes I knew you believed it. Do you remember what I said to you then? When you feel sad I want to be the one that sings the song stuck in your head. Yeah I want to sing the song that makes you forget everything that made you sad.

Someone else’s attempt to win me over by photoshopping the Hannibal elk-man antlers on my kitten.

Someone else’s attempt to win me over by photoshopping the Hannibal elk-man antlers on my kitten.

Law school prom

Law school prom

After calling the cops at 7 in the morning, I was basically non-functional. I went to the park and listened to the New Yorker fiction podcast all afternoon. Then XXXX came over, then we went to his place and he brushed my hair for like two hours. I went back home because I missed the kitten and taking care of her is the only decent ritual I have. I haven’t told XXXX what’s wrong and don’t intend to, but I just popped a Xanax and he’s coming back over now (at 11 at night). It’s been so beautiful out, I keep getting sunburned but that’s ok for a little bit longer.

After calling the cops at 7 in the morning, I was basically non-functional. I went to the park and listened to the New Yorker fiction podcast all afternoon. Then XXXX came over, then we went to his place and he brushed my hair for like two hours. I went back home because I missed the kitten and taking care of her is the only decent ritual I have. I haven’t told XXXX what’s wrong and don’t intend to, but I just popped a Xanax and he’s coming back over now (at 11 at night). It’s been so beautiful out, I keep getting sunburned but that’s ok for a little bit longer.

National Poetry Month: April 11th

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For National Poetry Month, I will be posting some of my favorite poems with a brief explanation of how I feel about the poet or poem. Today’s poem is two of the last five people here by Mira Gonzalez.

The only way I can say it is that she’s a national treasure. Maybe the strongest young poet working today anywhere. If you want to dismiss alt lit or scoff or whatever, that’s fine— but watch your mouth when you talk about Mira. She’s beautiful and rare and why we all read poetry and feel good to be alive in this strange moment.

two of the last five people here

i am imagining the sound of your voice
on the phone when you hate me more than you ever have
i am touching each of my ribs, which are visible now
did i tell you that, i lost 15 pounds, do you like that
i am drunk and leaning against the hood of my car
i am thinking about that night when you
pushed all of your weight against me
and came out the other side as a small child
in our minds we created details, infinite in number
i am having a feeling that is like a ton of liquid
rising upward through the top of my head
creating subtle pressure when you tell me
something about free will and loving another person
how it will be better next time, or something

"It seemed my whole life was composed of these disjointed fractions of time, hanging around in one public place and then another, as if I were waiting for trains that never came. And, like one of those ghosts who are said to linger around depots late at night, asking passerby for the timetable of the Midnight Express that detailed twenty years before, I wandered from light to light until that dreaded hour when all the doors closed and, stepping from the world of warmth and people and conversation overheard, I felt the old familiar cold twist through my bones again and then it was all forgotten, the warmth, the lights; I had never been warm in my life, ever."

The Secret History (via wjtchprincess)

simulatedcity:

I’ve completed my nutritional analysis of all diets and my findings are that god is dead and your terror is real

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