January 2010
anti-deity:
hamtunes:
Landlocked Blues -...
The Disappointed Song - Student Film
Stupid,...
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I do not wear bitterness well.
No box. No sister. No birthday wish. I need something to go right. Right now.
My new resolution is to accept my disappointments with better grace. But not today.
Not today.
December 2009
How to Disappear Completely - Radiohead
In a...
Blink: A Play in Zero Acts
(A woman, Veronica, stands alone, spotlighted downstage center)
Veronica: *poof*
(Veronica disappears)
THE END
Dear 2010:
Please be kind.
“Thank you for reminding me I’m not special. You don’t even see what you do to...”
– Luisa Contini, Nine (via kittivanilli)
Opportunity Large, Window Small
My interested eye is faultless and fleeting
I am slippery as minnows
Tender and playful, Sylphlike.
A passerby, a treasure brushing your arm
I could be made of myth.
Blink and I have eluded you,
Blink, I disappear.
“You love until you don’t. And every time it’s more awesome than ever before...”
– Favebutt, truthing (via nihilnoetia)
misterpeace:
Pixies - “Monkey Gone To Heaven”
...
I can't fix it and it's not fair.
It’s not fair. Sigh Sigh Sigh. LOL :) night, lovies.
I need.
The original word for "hungover" is "crapulous." →
meldoesgradschool:
caro:
nickdouglas:
It dates back to the 1530s.
This should come in handy.
Not joking: 1530s, “sick from too much drinking,” from L. crapula, from Gk. kraipale “hangover, drunken headache, nausea from debauching.” The Romans used it for drunkenness itself. English has used it in both senses.
This is relevant.
“Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your...”
– Lawrence Krauss (via friendlyatheist) (via nihilistidealist) (via conformingdreams)
oh yeah
madameaesthete:
veronicles:
um..birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, you lovely lady! :D
Danke, pretty woman!
and I am going back to bed.. it’s my birthday and I CAN DO THAT!
oh yeah
um..birthday.
TRAINWRECK.
hahaha. ridiculous. i think I dislocated my jaw? wow. always something.
Going to tomo for sushi. Then back to catbirds. In...
Birthday Girl.
I am a dream
walking stalking fickle figment
I am a dreamgirl, dreamy
flirty and dirty and lispy and wispy
spindrift speck clad in cosmic dust
casual as cumulus
uncertain as cirrus
tenuous as thread
hanging from the cuff of your sleeve.
-Veronica Tays
What kind of bench is that? A lonely bench. →
I flickr’d “lonely bench”.
There are a LOT of sad, lonely benches in the world, folks. Won’t you go out, find one of these poor guys, and make friends? Please, be kind; give your behind.
Hoooustonians:
I am celebrating my birthday tonight. I am inviting you to join me. As long as you don’t want to hurt me or anything. Come by and buy…. yours truly a drink :)
Me and my ulterior motives.
Catbirds
1336 Westheimer 77006
8pm to ???
happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, it’s ac-tually tomorrow, but who cares here, not me!
Going to take a bath
so I can try to remember all those pretty lines that were in my head but I didn’t have a pen all day and they kept building up and I couldn’t write them down and I have already lost quite a bit and now I need to calm down in the tub and try to stitch them back together otherwise I am going to
KICK SOMETHING.
I really don't get people who make a huge deal out...
clintisiceman:
Not dying for a year is no longer an achievement since the advent of modern medicine.
Oh, by the way, tomorrow is my birthday. Yay me! :) :) :) clap! clap! clap!
jonahray:
DANIELSON - Did I step on your...
