octobre 2011
125 billets
septembre 2011
89 billets
“I invented a book that listed every word in every language. It wouldn’t be a very useful book, but you could hold it and know that everything you could possibly say was in your hands.”
—Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close - Jonathan Safran Foer (via vanilla-god)
Glad some of my post brought you a quick second of joy.
Thank you for the minutes of amusement :)
“So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there’s no more dying then” —Sonnet 146, William Shakespeare (via inregardto)
And Death once dead, there’s no more dying then” —Sonnet 146, William Shakespeare (via inregardto)
It’ll be the second week of school for you today. I hope you’re enjoying university and being so far from everything that used to make you feel so melancholy. All those trees and people who bike - it’s perfect for you there. A bit far from me, but that’s just how things go. I don’t expect to hear from you anytime soon, and in a way, I almost hope that I don’t. This way, I don’t have to observe the fading as it happens and our lives will just diverge imperceptibly.
A few days ago, a girl wrote on your wall. She’s quite pretty. She thanked you for hanging out with her and the other freshmen and invited you to a basketball game (or some type of game, I don’t recall) if you got bored later that night. You’ve deleted the post since, or maybe she deleted it herself.
You made a status about the particle found in CERN that travels faster than the speed of light. This made me smile because it was you that I thought of when I read the article a few days ago.
That was inaccurate. I don’t actually think about you all those times. It’s rather the idea of you, and that idea kind of blends into the idea of my future perfect person. I suppose it’s rather unfortunate for you to be associated with the idea of some imaginary character in my mind. I’ll meet him one day though. I’m sure he’s real. His personality will be kind of like yours, maybe, but I hope he’ll be a brunette so that when we coincidentally meet later on, you can’t tell me that I’m dating someone just like you. He’s not like you at all. He’s brunette.
I feel like I could almost go to jail for reading this.
It’s legal in Vegas where the age of consent is 16 tho~
I think I'm going to start a softcore porn tag to fill with all the stuff that Chan and I talk about in our moments of teenage sexual frustration
Please stand by
- Kathy Nightingale: What did you come here for anyway?
- Sally Sparrow: I love old things. They make me feel sad.
- Kathy Nightingale: What's good about sad?
- Sally Sparrow: It's happy for deep people.
That’s a shame. A damn shame. It’s okay though, after this tour they’re going to record a new album and be back in no time (:
I’ll be there when they come back and then maybe, hopefully, you will be too? That sounds like fun, doesn’t it? Yes, why yes it does.
I'm sure you asked me what you should've expected at the TDCC show, although initially I wasn't even going to go. One word. Astounding. Fucking astounding.
I AM SO FUCKING JEALOUS because Allie and I were going to buy tickets from this girl on Craigslist but she sold them and just aoviwmn;fNOSw
I’m very happy for you and those wonderful memories that you now have. It must have been incredible.
“You’ve got a lot to look forward to, you know. A normal human life on Earth. Mortgage repayments. The nine-to-five. A persistent, nagging sense of spiritual emptiness. Save the tears for later.”
—The Doctor (Closing Time)
“It’s a coincidence! It happens. It’s what the universe does for fun.”
—The Doctor (Closing Time)
“‘I wish I could love,’ cried Dorian Gray, with a deep note of pathos in his voice. ‘But I seem to have lost the passion, and forgotten the desire. I am too much concentrated on myself. My own personality has become a burden to me. I want to escape, to go away, to forget.’”
—Oscar Wilde (via misanthropyaddict)
Desire →
inregardto.tumblr.com
today I am going to write about desire. desire sort of courses through your veins and it makes you ache and it makes you feel heavy and it almost makes things tangible. it almost feels as if you should go hide in your room with the lights turned off while you listen to haunting music. it’s 3:11 and i just would really like for someone to be in my bed sleeping next to me. it’s not about sex and i don’t even think that it’s about a relationship. I just ache for a sweet boy who has a crooked smile and smells nice and is optimistic enough for the both of us. I want to be up at night sitting face to face, whispering and laughing and sweet things like that. it just sounds so nice.
The days are getting shorter. I can feel the change happening; soon it’ll be cold enough for umbrellas and heavy jackets. We haven’t spoken in a while, but I’m sure you’re anticipating the shift as much as I am. It’s almost your favourite season. You always did like the idea of pale skin hidden under layers of synthetic warmth.
“How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.”
—Henry David Thoreau (via misanthropyaddict)
These skills we have… they just come naturally. Your Surfer Blood pictures are awesome by the way :)Can we talk about how awkward & condescending we come off sometimes?
I went to the writing center today for extra credit in Art History - it’s basically just sitting down with an English major who helps you write a paper. However, I kind of managed to be really painfully uncooperative.
Upon my arrival, the front desk woman pointed out the tutor at his table (he was the only male tutor), but he was sitting with another student, so I just said, “okay” and stood at the reception desk. Then the lady tells me again, “that’s Harrison,” and pointed toward that direction, which made me think that I got it wrong the first time, so I asked her where. She pointed at him again, and I mentioned that Harrison looked busy, and she told me that he was there. This continued for longer than two minutes.
When I finally got to the table and met Harrison, I kept laughing because he’d ask me stuff like, “How does this make you feel?” and “What do you think the purpose of this assignment is?” and for some reason I thought it was hilarious. It’s not really. I was probably also very sarcastic. Laughter + sarcasm = condescending behaviour on my part. I felt bad and tried to go along with his questions, but I really didn’t like the “how does this make you feel” bit. I just couldn’t answer it. Maybe that’s a bigger problem, but whatever.
At the end of the most awkward hour I’ve had in a while, I left and forgot to get my ID card back from the receptionist. Harrison had to run after me and tell me that I needed to scan out.
I just… I need more sleep.
“I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.”
—Lemony Snicket (via 24ribs)
“They promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.”
— Oscar Wilde (via fromgallifreywithlove)
Northern Lights
St. Vincent
Northern Lights by St Vincent.
“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”
—Ernest Hemingway (via xenium)
“I don’t think there’s any higher type in the world than a first-rate Englishman, do you?”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (Baby Warren | Tender Is the Night)
“She had achieved the elusiveness that gives hidden significance to the least significant remarks.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (Tender Is the Night)
“Remembering so many things as he waited, and wishing he had always been as good as he had intended to be.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (Tender Is the Night)
