Tag: quoted

now everything is fine.


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a conversation at the grownup table
as imagined at the kids’ table
by simon rich

mom: pass the wine, please. i want to become crazy.
dad: ok.
grandmother: did you see the politics? it made me angry.
dad: me, too. when it was over, i had sex.
uncle: i’m having sex right now.
dad: we all are.
mom: let’s talk about which kid I like the best.
dad: (laughing) you know, but you won’t tell.
mom: if they ask me again, i might tell.
friend from work: hey, guess what! my voice is pretty loud!
dad: (laughing) there are actual monsters in the world, but when my kids ask i pretend like there aren’t.
mom: i’m angry! i’m angry all of a sudden!
dad: i’m angry, too! we’re angry at each other!
mom: now everything is fine.
dad: we just saw the pg-13 movie. it was so good.
mom: there was a big sex.
friend from work: i am the loudest! i am the loudest!
(everybody laughs)
mom: i had a lot of wine, and now i’m crazy!
grandfather: hey, do you guys know what god looks like?
all: yes.
grandfather: don’t tell the kids.

foot’s out.



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it’s a miniature rudder. just moving the little trim tab builds a low pressure that pulls the rudder around. takes almost no effort at all. so i said that the little individual can be a trim tab. society thinks it’s going right by you, that it’s left you altogether. but if you’re doing dynamic things mentally, the fact is that you can just put your foot out like that and the whole big ship of state is going to go. so i said, call me
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t…r…i…m……t…a…b

b t w .


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it’s always been
i n…b e t w e e n…t h e…t h i n g s…i…t h o u g h t…i…w a s…d o i n g
that the real work has happened.

– william kentridge

for dollars.


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“it is a fuckload of work to be open-minded and generous and understanding and forgiving and accepting, but christ, that is what matters. what matters is saying yes.”

an interview with dave eggers
the harvard advocate, 2000

3 sheets.



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“evening skews. your girlfriend’s drunk, at the other side of the street. why is she down there? who is she speaking to? you are standing at the bottom of her walk. you see her standing with two people holding their bikes by the handlebars. she is wearing a summer dress. the last sunlight is strafing her dress through the trees. she is gesticulating. her hair is long. you know you cannot communicate with them. your voice would not carry. you wonder whether this evening will turn, right itself, in the time between when she leaves these two people and when you climb together to the third-floor apartment, to all the plants and open windows. perhaps you will find each-other’s matching shapes and forces. perhaps she will begin speaking at precisely the volume that makes you feel like co-conspirators, lovers, and not simply like people in a room together, declaiming. perhaps the faded blue sky will go rose, stars fainting through. perhaps there will be an accident, something in the way your faces turn and glimpse each-other; it will illuminate the instant and slip between you, connective tissue. or perhaps she will remain the woman she is at the end of the street, too far to call to, freer in the afar, and the nighttime church bells will sound sad.”

wrong weekend
sean

let my cameron go.


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cameron:..why’d you hit me?!
ferris:..where’s your brain?!
cameron:..why’d you hit me?!
ferris:..where’s your brain?!
cameron:..why’d you hit me?
ferris:..where’s your brain?
cameron:..i asked you first.

ferris bueller’s day off
john hughes

very snice.


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“you don’t need to leave your room,
remain sitting at your table and listen.
don’t even listen, simply wait.
don’t even wait. be quite still and solitary.
the world will freely offer itself to you.
to be unmasked, it has no choice.
it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”

– franz kafka

when i was 23.


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i lived in a third floor walk-up where we had to throw the keys out the window to let people in. the man who owned the bodega downstairs always called me “mami” and his sixteen year old son once invited me to a party i actually considered going to . . . i occupied one of the four bedrooms. i was friends with the girl i shared a wall with.  once, to avoid interacting with anybody else in the apartment, i climbed out my window, across the fireplace, and into her window, just so we could lie on the bed and watch felicity together . . .when i was 23, no matter how much i cleaned, my room felt dusty.  here are the things i never had in the apartment at 23: paper towels, tissues, zip loc bags, neosporin, bottled water, fresh fruit, bagels, or cream cheese . . . when i was 23, i liked to go sit on my roof, listen to music, and daydream
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about an age
when i would know anything
about anything.

what i was doing when i was 23
 marguerite weisman

to night.


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press close, bare-bosom’d night!
press close, magnetic, nourishing night!
night of south winds!
night of the large few stars!
still, nodding night!
mad, naked, summer night!

– walt whitman

me too, kev.


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things never turn out exactly the way you planned. i know they didn’t with me. still, like my father used to say, ‘traffic’s traffic, you go where life takes you’ and growing up happens in a heartbeat. one day you’re in diapers, the next you’re gone, but the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. i remember a time, a place, a particular fourth of july, the things that happened in that decade of war and change. i remember a house like a lot of houses, a yard like a lot of yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. i remember how hard it was growing up among people and places i loved. most of all, i remember how hard it was to leave. and the thing is, after all these years

i still look back in wonder.

b/w boyz.


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right now i’m chillin’ ↑ here.
and gigglin’ ↓ here.
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Matilda:…When I was in 7th grade, I was… the fat kid in my class.
Zoolander:…Ew!

trash & pearls.


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1. We Love To Complain
Don’t complain about us complaining. It’s just our thing. We especially love to complain about the weather. Yes, we know the weather is better in LA. We know! We still want to complain about our weather because it’s ours! The winter is too fucking cold, the summer is disgustingly hot. During the spring, “Oh Gawd, my allergies!” Everyone loves fall.
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– What Are 5 Things I Should Know About Living In New York?

nacl.


Hengki Koentjoro
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All of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea — whether it is to sail or to watch it — we are going back from whence we came.

– John F. Kennedy, 1962

don’t be a drag.


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The weirdest experience I ever had though was with my AP History teacher. She was also very young, maybe 24, and she couldn’t teach for shit. She was pretty cool though and we ended up sparking up a friendship, which, in hindsight, became pretty bizarre. At the time I had just come out of the closet and was the token gay kid in school. She loved that for some reason and would ask me for boyfriend advice. One time she actually made me listen to a voicemail an ex left her and asked for my opinion. I was like, “Um, I don’t know. I still dye my hair blue sometimes.”

– 5 Awesome Things About High School

happy you know what.


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ring the bells that still can ring / forget your perfect offering
there is a crack in everything / that’s how the light gets in.

– “anthem” by leonard cohen

what you really really want.


Andrew B. Myers
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“There’s a debate in our culture about what really makes us happy, which is summarized by, on the one hand, the book On the Road and, on the other, the movie It’s a Wonderful Life. The former celebrates the life of freedom and adventure. The latter celebrates roots and connections. Research over the past thirty years makes it clear that what the inner mind really wants is connection. It’s a Wonderful Life was right.”

– Social Animal by David Brooks, The New Yorker 01/17/11

time for a three day.


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“Too often, we fail to consider the ways in which our surroundings constrain our creativity. When we are always ‘close’ to the problems of work, when we never silence our phones or stop responding to e-mail, we get trapped into certain mental habits. We assume that there is no other way to think about things, that this is how it must always be done. It’s not until we’re napping by the pool with a pina colada in hand — when work seems a million miles away — that we suddenly find the answer we’ve needed all along.”

– The Importance of Vacation, Wired

agadorable.


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Armand:..What is that crap you served us?
Agador:….It’s Guatemalan Peasant Soup.
Armand:..What’s Guatemalan Peasant Soup?
Agador:….I don’t know, I made it up. I made it up!

– The Birdcage (1996)

wtf wednesday.


Minga
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“When you’re 20 you worry about what people think about you, and then when you’re 30 you don’t care what they think about you, and then when you’re 40 you realize they weren’t thinking about you.”

– Stephen Elliott