September 2009
29 posts
Reasons why Cheryl is my hero...
cherylboberyl:
in the past several days i have:
-gone to BRAWL and finally decided to take steps toward participating in it. SO! I will be arm wrestling other awesome strong women on OCTOBER 8th at waterstreet market in NP!
-picked apples from our tree that we rented from Libertyview Farms.
-made delicious pie(s).
-canned applesauce.
-made loads of pesto for the last time this season and...
You know it’s time to go to bed when you’ve drank half a bottle of sickly sweet white wine, you have to wake up at 4:30, and you’ve been listening to a mix of the Arcade Fire and then The Knife’s “Heartbeats” for a half an hour.
To the Julias and Emily
juliaguliaaa:
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juliaguliaaa:
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breathwish:
a self-conscious rant:
i don’t know if i’ve ever been less confident in myself. i don’t leave the house without some sort of makeup on because of how insanely self-conscious i am. i stare at my face for so long in the mirror that it starts to lose all form of sense. most of the time i feel like i kind of look like a...
NYTimes: Why Good Writers Can Be Bad... →
lifeonfiction:
synecdoche:
aquariumdrinkr:
(via 52books)
“writers don’t have to be brilliant conversationalists; it’s not their job to be smart except, of course, when they write.” - as an awkward conversationalist/pretty good writer, I love this article
I like to think of myself as a strong writer, but when it comes to conversation I definitely struggle unless I take the time to write...
Okay. Pardon my crudeness.
But really sometimes you just have to ask this open question to yourself and others: what the fuck?
So simple. Yet it applies so often, can be used so freely, and conveys feeling quite well.
Growing your hair out is a true test of self-control… because all you want to do is keep cutting it.
Restless. Or atleast discontended.
There’s something about that feeling you get when you travel, that feeling of isolation in the backseat while you’re staring out at the sky and road unfolding in front of you. It’s a feeling of hope and unquestionable happiness. I am not the first to feel that way and certainly not the only one. Why? Traveling gives us a sense of purpose. A goal and a path. But it also gives us...
Fucked Up Weekend
screams:
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danielconte:
TORONTO, ONTARIO
FUCKED UP CRO-MAGS DSB IRON LUNG CAREER SUICIDE MIND ERASER BRUTAL KNIGHTS LOVVERS (UK) THE RIVAL MOB FORCE FED URBAN BLIGHT WASTE MANAGEMENT OMEGAS (Montreal) VICIOUS CYCLE (Sudbury) THE BITTERS NOMOS FREE SPIRIT SCHOOL JERKS More to come. Tickets on sale soon. Stay tuned for updates. www.lookingforgold.blogspot.com...
Reasons why I rule.
Bagels? Check! Clean laundry? Check! Positive outlook? Check! Time management? Check! Giving away cookies? Check! Catchin some long lost friends last weekend? Check!
I’m exploding with rainbows and firey smells! Happy first day of autumn.
Spandex September.
Power - Audre Lorde
symptoms:
owlswallowvowels:
The difference between poetry and rhetoric is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children. I am trapped on a desert of raw gunshot wounds and a dead child dragging his shattered black face off the edge of my sleep blood from his punctured cheeks and shoulders is the only liquid for miles and my stomach churns at the imagined taste while my mouth splits into...
seriousdelirium:
mumblelard:
Everybody Knows -...
Something that serves as a source of constant frustration is the blindness that my college has towards those students who work full time jobs and still try to manage a full school schedule and (on top of that!) try to be invested in campus activities.
I say this as myself, two other founding members of our club, and our wonderful advisor who juggles a full teaching schedule and is a new mother...
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scottrothman:
lifeonfiction:
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A letter to motorists of all sorts:
You take care of me and I’ll take care of you. You watch you for me… and I’ll watch out for you. Can we promise each other this?
Sincerly,
Kaitlin Marie Legg, that girl riding her bike.
“The wind it couldn’t cool me down, so I turned it around and came back up.”
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Because I was productive and damnit I want to...
- New seat AND new full length spandex for the chillly morning school commute. AKA no more numb crotch.
- Washed comforter for the first time in two years. Also washed towels.
- Pre-made lunch for the next two days.
TOMORROW is best friends morning: pancakes and a historic walking tour of Rochester. Life is good.
anewdialect:
ugh i need a new bike seat.
ME TOO! I am hopefully getting one today.
I drink way too much coffee. Perhaps it’s time to reaquuaint myself with my dear friends Earl Grey, Chai Spice, and Yerba Mate.
Two bikes and four flat tires. Ugh.
