February 2009
93 posts
"I could totally pluck the guy sitting in front of...
Bye-bye America.
Some By Sea - Look What I Made Without Your Heart...
Hey, since I know you're reading my tumblr!
It’s really nice of you to have emailed me out of the blue like that, demanding an explanation over something that happened four years ago. Had you had read closely, you would know that I am currently undergoing my third transcontinental move of the calendar year, and really don’t have time to apologize for transgressions that took place when I was fifteen. Don’t expect to hear...
About Aida
Sarah: It's an Elton John musical. Would Dad really want to go?
An external hard drive containing no less than four years of my life has gone missing. Although we are in the process of tearing the house apart to find it, it contains no less than 800 photographs and 2 novels.
Yes, I realize that I’m a shit head to have not backed it up, but this was the backup from my old laptop, and I had yet to get around to doing so. What a mistake.
Let’s hope...
I received an email today, it read ‘I feel as though you are dancing a crazy fast paced dance and don’t know which way to look. That said there is a certain calmness about it all too.’ These past few months I have been indulging in an excessive amount of childish and destructive behavior. I presented myself as easy, stupid and passive. I didn’t want to think about anything...
Mom (to Sarah): What is this song?
Dad: I Will Possess Your Heart
Sarah and I: Hahahahah
“I appreciate being around my intellectual equals and being able to fuck them....”
– Me, approximately forty-five seconds ago
Resolved: That NYU students are responsible for...
This was just said in an everyday conversation, along with some other offensive things. Further proof that I really don’t want to go there.
My top ten favorite suicides:
10. Alice de Janzé [American heiress; gunshot] 9. Penelope Delta [Greek author; ingested poison] 8. Adam Czerniaków [Polish-Jewish engineer; ingested cyanide] 7. Ian Curtis [English musician; hanged] 6. Sigmund Freud [Austrian psychoanalyst; morphine overdose] 5. Charlotte Perkins Gilman [American writer; inhaled chloroform] 4. Virginia Woolf [English writer; drowned] 3. Thomas Chatterton [English...
Someday, I'll explain this all to you.
Me: I think I have a stalker
Josh: With a girl name?
Me: That would be the one
bite lip bite lip
I was given a stone of pale pink, it is supposed to symbolize unconditional love. I am not sure to what extent I understand or appreciate this whole concept. If a person loves me always regardless of what I ever do, think or become, then is it really me that they are loving at all, is it not just an impersonal, selfish idolatry or neediness? In the dead of the night I would walk through hailstorms...
Treating others how you would like to be treated often results in people with entirely different needs and life views to yours seeing you as rude and antisocial, while you yourself are left wondering what you ever did to deserve ending up in a world made up of awkward situations and ignorance.
I need to stop wanting you, and I need to give up....
(via yourwrite)
dissecting both cheese and my problems
me: i get sad messy every night
brent: me too
brent: this is the worst time of night
brent: where i eat string cheese and worry about life
jars full
I loved her when we were little when her blood was pure. Without alcohol or cholesterol or opiates or human chorionic gonadotropin but within boundaries, hemoglobin kept inside virgin skin not dribbling on gauze or spilt out like milk in the kitchen. However I still love her now long after the dissolution of said purity. This is how I know that this love isn’t about blood at all although...
I'm having trouble distinguishing reality from...
Correction: BPD Ain't Bipolar Disorder
madamex:
appropriation:
singlescoop:
madamex:
The topic of my genetics term paper is the genetic influence on the expression of BPD. As I wade through the literature, I will write about what I find here. Past observations imply a strong genetic component to BPD, but how genes cause or affect the disease is still largely unknown (at least to me).
I think it’s important for people to know...
“The truth is I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart, and I never...”
– Sweet Home Alabama
Jeremy: Plans tonight?
Me: Fever of 103 and codeine
The Science: Intro
singlescoop:
madamex:
The topic of my genetics term paper is the genetic influence on the expression of BPD. As I wade through the literature, I will write about what I find here. Past observations imply a strong genetic component to BPD, but how genes cause or affect the disease is still largely unknown (at least to me).
I think it’s important for people to know about the linkage. I also...
i need flickr pro
or something equivalent. however, i have no money. fml.
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out of commission with probable bronchitis
be back once I’m feeling less dead, or after the doctor prescribes tylenol with codeine tomorrow morning. actually, more like tonight when i can’t sleep because i’m hacking up my lungs. it’s all the same, really.
number 25 on the fake '25 things' i just blasted...
25. i want to be this thing called a professor and i don’t really expect you to know what that is because let’s face it, you’re all below my intelligence level but really if you want to have a good time take some muxinex, because it makes your mouth and lungs taste like blood which is always refreshing. anyway, there was this one kid that went to school with me way back when, and...
yourwrite:
i feel more lost right now than i ever did when i was a child.
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The dichotomy is killing me.
In the hospital room where my Nanny ended up again last night. She isn’t doing well, and despite showing no signs of a stroke on her CT scan, there is very obviously something neurologic going on, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she passes before I leave the country or not long after. Mom and I pretty much just resigned to the fact that by the time I return in late summer, she’ll...
It’s five in the morning and I have the feeling that I only get at five in the morning when I still haven’t slept and for some reason can’t stop crying but refuse to calm myself down or try to figure out what is wrong. I know what’s wrong. I know everything that’s wrong. Some of it can’t be repaired, and some of it I’m not ready to tackle even though...
Between now and February 28th the only thing I'm...
Is sit around and watch the ‘jelly’ visualizer in iTunes while listening to various electronic music.
By the way your art is shit.
Mine is mostly too, perhaps, but at least I have passion. I stay up typing all night running on adrenaline alone and when I can make one person somewhere happy or sad or thoughtful then I’ve done something worthwhile and who gives a fuck about fame or wealth really. Selfishness is perhaps even a virtue but self-absorbtion is disgusting. You disgust me. You are shit, fuck off and live.