February 2012
2 posts
that awkward moment in class when you realize you have a dirty smirk on your face from scrolling through NSFW posts on tumblr…
all of a sudden international theory is so much more interesting.
“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.”
– Virginia Woolf (via insultmeinfrench)
January 2012
18 posts
Maybe
Always in the end you will have intentionally well angled photos or polaroids or photographs you’ve edited to look like polaroids. Always in the end you will erase these and wonder if the next round of photographs, of memories, of sheets, will feel as good and you will hope it will not feel as good but better and you will hope that you never again have to ceremoniously erase, delete, and...
He got the message I never sent
“What if I just send him a message that says: I want you to come over and go down on me till I come all over your face. And then leave.”
The soft light in the restaurant was highlighting her cheek bones and she took a bite of ceviche and threw her head back a bit and laughed, “bro, do it,” she said.
I instead stripped down to nothing and climbed into my...
What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
papercrushed:
karenfelloutofbedagain:
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at...
boston marriage: beauty beauty beauty →
tissie:
i just got into my building. finally. i don’t have my purse and don’t know if it’s in the possession of friend, foe, or sketchy night club. i should be more concerned than i am but i’ve been writing the rest of this in my head all night, so happily, not literally. she was the most beautiful woman…
COVER LETTER
“Furthermore, when, at two in the morning on deadline, other [redacted] interns may be having minor meltdowns because of the pressure of new found adulthood combined with a juvenile paycheck all the while being expected to give the utmost effort, I will be writing, editing, or researching diligently while smiling maniacally and remaining composed. After all, its what I’ve done for two...
wednesday
When asked who my hero is I immediately think of Martin Luther King Jr… However, I also would like to publicly state that men on craigslist who post full frontal photographs of their faces under titles that read, “I WANT TO LICK YOUR WET PUSSY ALL NIGHT LONG,” kind of are too. For different reasons obviously, but, wow brave.
My night just ended with a date stopping the car so I could drive myself home….. Because he was so exhausted he was starting to nod off at the wheel. I just tried to spell “nod” “knod” and then “knodd.” Ladies and Gentleman, it is repeating stories like these that have started to quite literally make my dates fall asleep.
Its a fucking bitch out there,...
invisible bruises
The sunlight streaming through the glass windows spilling over me was paradoxical to the coldness running through my veins. The laughter next to me in the hallway was irritating and the pretty women with shiny hair and manicured fingernails eating their breakfasts was equally as irksome. Two sleepless nights, three unanswered messages from the one who broke my heart. The thought of engaging in...
“You let time pass. That’s the cure. You survive the days. You float like a rabid...”
– -Dear Sugar
Question: “How do you get over a break up? How do you cope with that amount of pain, logistical nightmares, and abject sadness?”
“Don’t do what you know on a gut level to be the wrong thing to do. Don’t stay...”
– Dear Sugar
(via whiskyfox)
Having your best guy friend over for dinner is so much better than having over someone you are fucking/want to fuck. Its like, I already know it wont be awkward, get to have the company of a hot guy, and I don’t have to take a shower before he gets here.
In other news, its 2012, and I made coffee in my apartment today. And now I’m making dinner. I also slept alone last night.
...
“Sex acts do not have innate meanings. SAY IT WITH ME EVERYBODY. Enthusiastic consent makes everything SPLENDID.”
-sexartandpolitics
holy fucking flu
At 2:30 am I woke drenched in sweat mid sob; nothing is crueler than having a terrifying nightmare about your sister when she lives in a city far from yours. Or really when she is not in bed next to you and you can be certain she is safe. I didn’t even think about it, I called him immediately and sobbed hysterically into the phone. I told him I was terrified about the little one and the...
Somewhere in between having a day off after a 60 hour work week and a couple drinks, I woke up in new sheets, not alone, and with the flu. He kissed me on the mouth, gently, and left. I consciously thought, “finally,” but only because the room was spinning and my entire body was aching and I wanted to come and take a bath and get advil. All that are easier when alone in your bed at...
NYE 2011
I met him outside, it was two am and I had worked for fifteen hours straight. I rushed home to shower, washing the smell of bar off my skin and out of my hair. I was nervous in the way that you get nervous on new year’s eve when you’re meeting up with someone you’ve only been out with once before. He looked so fucking sexy I found myself biting my bottom lip and smiling a real...
December 2011
20 posts
3 tags
71 degrees
Oh you know, just dancing naked in my apartment to Beyonce’s countdown waiting for a guy to pick me up for a lunch date, (picking me up!!) a guy that confirmed yesterday and today (twice!!). Which is good because I already have our adopted children/dog’s names picked out.
Dear You,
Last year when everyone gathered around at midnight, we were inches from each other’s faces waiting and giggling. The one I spent over a year with, the one I really thought I would tuck myself into for years and years years… we worked in a nightclub together, did I ever tell you that? Anyway, we climbed on this big ledge that pretty girls usually danced on and we cut the woven net to...
I’ve erased this a couple of times.
The gravel underneath my shoes was mocking me; all of a sudden the high heels were comically high, obviously trying too hard. I felt like I walked into a party with a blaring red short dress on and everyone else was in beige coats and long black dresses. He has never really made me come, I found myself thinking. But in that moment, as I lingered...
I want to tell him that going to have “a drink” with him sounds about as appealing to me as going to catholic mass on sunday after I drank and danced on a marble bar and threw up on myself on Saturday.
I want to tell him that I don’t care what he does, where he goes, what kind of food he likes. I want to tell him that I probably will be bored halfway through “the...
“If you reveal everything, bare every feeling, ask for understanding, you lose...”
– Don DeLillo | Point Omega (via blogut)
“One winter night while the soup was boiling in the fireplace, he missed the heat...”
– Gabriel Garcia Marquez (One Hundred Years of Solitude)
ephemeral- everything really is
When he asked how it felt to me, the watercolors bleeding from the paintbrush he held in his familiar hands and onto the paper, I wanted to tell him it felt like he was sleep and I was an insomniac. I wanted to tell him that I feel like I’ve lost something but I can’t remember what it is and I still look for it all the time.. I wanted to tell him that some nights, months before this,...
I was pouring the last drink of the night, the music had already been shut off, and had it been a man I would have told him we were closed and coldly turned my back on him. But it was a cute girl with dark skin and freckles that clustered around her cheeks and trickled off down her shoulders and arms.
She asked if I was going to have a drink after work.
The last time I was in the mood I am in...
numbers
6 Floors
Approximately 5,000 chairs and desks
40,000+ students
One ex boyfriend
Guess who is sitting two seats behind me?
this morning
I’m not sure when life stopped being punctuated by clocks slowly inching towards 2:45pm or by calendars that run from August to May. Somewhere in between skinned knees and a couple of broken hearts and a few cities, school became one small part of my life. I had to leave quickly today, “oh college…I have exams today…” I found myself saying.. Lips pressed against his...
Re: Anonymous
Somewhere that runs parallel to here, I did go. Somewhere that runs parallel to here, hearts that skip beats mean more than long lasting promises. Somewhere that runs parallel to here, my earrings are on your windowsill not his. There are cats to my right instead of a big dog and in another one there is a baby crying down the hall and in another one we are waiting for a plane, and in another one...
playlist for the infinitely romantic/chronically...
Alpha - sometime later
Emiliana Torrini - sunny road
Vanessa de Matta and Ben Harper - boa sorte*
Finley Quaye - even after all
Etta Jones - sunday kind of love
Bon Iver - i can’t make you love me
Cinematic Orchestra - build a home
Andrea Bocceli and Sara Brightman - time to say goodbye
Margot and the Nuclear So and So’s - as tall as cliffs
Ingrid Michaelson - glass
The...
November 2011
10 posts
New sheets, new heartbeats
Whenever the weather drops even ten or fifteen degrees in South Florida, everything becomes muted. The sky seems to hang lower, everyone speaks softer, and all the girls have pretty scarves draped over their bare collarbones.
I didn’t wake up in my bed today. It was chilly and his breathing patterns were as foreign to me as the sheets I was tangled in. I reached for him and ran my...
Going Home
No city lights warmed his features and the sky seemed to be moonless; there was no distant music in another language and there was a stillness that just ceases to exist in the city. Being home always creates an internal quietness, usually uncomfortable. It always provides too much space for memories that are too fresh to linger and for thoughts that are too unpleasent to play on repeat. But...
Study finds most sex workers happy with their... →
sexartandpolitics:
fuckyeahgenderstudies:
Study by London Metropolitan University.
Today in studies that concur with my world view.
Yesterday
I would like to begin this post by saying that by 8:30 this morning I had already had burger king and had pulled over once to throw up because I was too hungover from too much wine on an empty stomach from yesterday.
That’s the thing after spending even just a small space of time with him- everything feels out of whack and unnerving. That’s the thing with him, there is no middle...
sexartandpolitics -rosasparks-:
Go | Common
11-11-11
Everything has moved so quickly and loudly since July that the sudden silence and calmness today was a bit unsettling at first. I woke up, heart pounding, thinking I missed an alarm, but realized I hadn’t set one. One eye partially opened the other closed, I realized I wasn’t alone in my apartment and it took me a long ten seconds to realize a friend had just crashed here and I...
mojito monday
Tonight as I was making a mojito at work, I brushed my hair out of my eyes with my shoulder, and pressed the mint with a muddler into the cup and I stared out huge glass windows to the pretty street corner, and for a split second I forgot that there are too many loose ends in my life right now.
I forgot about the last year and a half, the bras and panties left at his place, the package with a...
And Now
The material things are the easiest to get rid of; this is an obvious statement. I cleaned my apartment today and I put everything of his in a bag in the back of the closet. I cannot throw it away. It isn’t sentimental it just feels utterly wasteful. I figure I will wait until there is someone else’s stuff strewn about my place until I get rid of his things.
It is good to put them...