read his bio! read his bio!
what a FUCKING opening, man.
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bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
but to be young was very heaven.
me: i know you’re slammed and probably won’t read this till late, but could you tell me something nice?
him: i think you’re amazing and a great friend and you have a funny laugh but aren’t actually very funny yourself.
3 liters a day since nov.
vvv about this life.
let me give you some advice:
try to approach things
without preconceived ideas,
without supposing you already know
everything there is to know about them.
get that trick down and you’ll be surprised
at what’s really all around you.
your iphone pocket-called me the other day.
you were walking.
i could hear your legs moving.
i was in your pants, after all, with the phone.
swip swip. swip swip. swip swip.
very rhythmic. soothing.
i listened in for a while.
i was hoping for a scrap of inappropriate conversation.
i like to overhear things that hurt me.
i got nothing.
you were just going somewhere.
me: truth or dare?
me: who did you kiss at midnight on nye?
me: ME NEITHER!
pg: truth or dare?
pg: draw a face that you would have wanted to kiss at midnight and take a picture of you kissing it.
me: [picture text]
- the joys of repurposing tinder tricks with real friends
all of this is true and real.
esp 4, 7, 9, 12, 16, 18, 20.
we are all frazzled and unruly, you and me. we are desperate and wistful and restless and funny and frayed at the edges. we can worry that we’re doing it all wrong, we can long for central air or true love or a view of the ocean, and that’s just part of the fucking clown show. we can be ingrates and role models, we can be flinchy and heroic, we can be courageous and also melancholy. there is nothing wrong with feeling unsafe and uncertain. there is nothing wrong with addled, misguided parenting, or self-involved rambling. i give you permission, my friend, to continue on this twisted, sweet path of suffering and satisfaction and distraction. i give you my blessing, my partner in failing at everything. i am witness to your grace and your faltering. i give you my undying love, as you struggle and stutter and the sun falls from the sky.
when the earth stops spinning, we will panic. there is no avoiding it. we’ll be crying and shaking, just like that woman at the side of the road, wondering if we did it the right way. we’ll wonder if we failed ourselves, or failed each other, if we were a big disappointment, in the end.
please remember, we were not a disappointment. not at all, not even close. we were gorgeous and strong, you and me. we were terrible and troubled and utterly divine.
work is important in that way, i guess. it can be, on its best and oddest days, a reminder that, if we’re lucky, we can have some control over our lives, our own little stories, that we can be willful and brave and self-possessed. i still wish, of course, that i could be lazy and shiftless, independently wealthy and obliged to no one’s clock but my own. but as a way of measuring time and experience, work is useful, alternately heartening and frustrating.
major @1234KYLE5678 vibes.
and once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. you won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. but one thing is certain. when you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in.
why so serious?
do the damn thing.
the only way.
i really like looking at these,
but i guess that could be said
about everything i post.
all of old.
nothing else ever.
“ … get up, walk to a plant store, and pick out a plant you really like. take it home and set it by the window, and water it every single morning while you’re waiting for your coffee to be done. you are a regular pretty lady living a regular life, and this is the very beginning of your story. stay open to the world around you. pay attention to people who aren’t bullet-proof brands. give some time to those who make you work a little harder to see them clearly, to let them in. you are raw potential, but you’ll only stay golden if you give up on glory and show the world your true goofy, unwashed, brutal, brilliant, opinionated, vulnerable self. make them work harder for it. and if they’re not offering you the deal you want, be prepared to walk.”
= monday kryptonite.
they like bitching too much.
- charles frazier
yet another reason
why i thank the lord
i found soulcycle.
i could relate to my breakfast.
i was fried.
i was scrambled.
i was fresh squeezed.
a very viral veekend
to you and yours.
ps – young hot shibes in your area just dying to cyber.
i love you when
you are asleep,
or in the yard,
or at work,
or out with your friends.
is about it ’bout it.
take a look if you enjoy
charming funny things.
ed. pls disregard the fact that yahoo had anything to do with it.
the snowy day
sylvester and the magic pebble
too many babas
king bidgood’s in the bathtub
hershel and the hanukkah goblins
a pocket for corduroy
alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day
miss nelson is missing
the little engine that could
caps for sale
lyle lyle crocodile
tikki tikki tempo
cloudy with a chance of meatballs
c/o storytime with susan marsh, kimball marsh, and the one and only mimi piane.
“time to start working on an animal zine,
started with drawing a young tapir.”
“play ‘i do it’ as you do it.” — shrimp scampi, step six.
“put on your versace apron.” — teriyaki salmon, step one.
“drape yourself in an adidas sweatsuit, chainz n thangs.” — sautéed asparagus, step one.
“position yourself in a room surrounded by a handful of tvs playing sportscenter with the sound off.” — crab cakes with mango salsa, step one.
“call fergie, invite her to watch a movie on netflix. once she accepts, start making green beans.” — garlicky green beans, step one.
“get a manicure and a pedicure.” — #metime sauce, step two.
“spend some more #metime at the house, catching up on old seasons of the wire.” — #metime sauce, step three.
erik says, “human beings appear to prefer strict geometric design while nature flows in a chaotic, organic way. when investigating further, one realizes that nature follows certain highly advanced patterns and that we humans – from time to time – prefer the organic flow to the well defined, the controlled, the organized.”
amy says, “omg these jpeg file names are sexy swedish spacey cool.”
rick berke:..can we see the top of your head, pete?
pete wells:..[pushes his face into the centerfold] that’s my nose.
rick berke:..you’re not cooperating, pete.
pete wells can haaaaaang?
ruth reichl loooathes honey?
omg, this is brillllliant.
“the bed” slashed some of my square feet.
left for work in the middle of a major stuff-purge.
got in late, now dying a little just trying a little.
soulcycle, save me now.
national geographic has a tumblr
and it’s hillllaaaaaaarious.
for no home in particular.
george william widmer
is my favorite thing
on the internet
tumblr score c/o my +1
you get a nap.
and you get a nap.
and you get a nap.
and you get a nap.