June 2012
4 posts
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May 2012
7 posts
“If I were on the Iron Throne and I had to choose a Hand, I would want Tyrion. He...”
– Isaac Hempstead-Wright (Bran Stark)
coagulates:
I can never just like something like a normal person, i have to get unhealthily obsessed with it until i like foam at the mouth
Wes Anderson on Moonrise Kingdom →
I'm as terrifying as a baby penguin.: the common... →
gyzym:
So, in the wake of reading this terrifying shit, Postcard and I started chatting, as you do, about the zombie apocalypse. Here are some things Postcard and I enjoy: zombie media, common sense, and YELLING ABOUT STUFF. Thus, for your reading pleasure, please enjoy our simple…
April 2011
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Yep. →
July 2010
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June 2010
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May 2010
6 posts
The fog
was incredible this evening. Had I not been driving, photos would have been taken. It felt as though the Dementors were coming.
So much fan-boy want. →
April 2010
1 post
June 2009
2 posts
J says: you should see when my parents have more spanish friends over
J says: IT’S LIKE A FRIGGIN CONCERT
S says: hahaha
S says: brilliant
J says: no sorry
J says: an opera about health, money and the TAC
J says: oh, and comparisons of other countries
May 2009
1 post
April 2009
14 posts
Old, but brilliant. →
“My initial horniness gave way to irritation and I muttered ‘You’re...”
– Bret Easton Ellis, The Rules of Attraction
The 401
I should’ve known it was going to be a great evening when the bus drivers attempted to drag at the lights on Grattan St.
Such
an immense relief. The weight, it has been lifted. And making a dress out of a garbage bag and a deck of cards is harder than you’d think. Good good good
“You have good long hair, though. There’s long hair that says, “I...”
– Spike
March 2009
7 posts
I do not enjoy being Switzerland.
But in other news, spirits are high in this here household.
In 106-105 today:
Daddy, by Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time— Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe ...
Emilie Zoey Baker →
This woman, her car broke down in the middle of Queens Parade and she ran ran ran to Old Arts PLT and she spoke, sang, performed her poetry, and it was worth the early morning train.
3.
This could be seen as me being a quasi-dedicated student; up early, coffee in hand, reading about welfare and political legitimacy. Or alternatively, this is me sitting here, half-dressed, having decided it was too much effort to make the early train.
Considering for May 19th:
jocelynlugo:
The Kooks - Kids (MGMT Cover)
Deux.
The internet is my therapist. It began with a certain person in a certain country quite far away, many time-zones apart in fact. I would talk and talk, and unburden myself of my (relatively speaking) minor ethical dilemmas, while he requested naked photos. Quite a healthy relationship, one could say. But I am now adopting the internet in a broader scope as my mental health professional; via this...
i.
One shouldn’t begin this kind of venture with a photo; a little mystery needs to be kept.
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“Write for 30 minutes a day, at least, and maybe you’ll be able to pull a line from something, and create something else.”
A borrowed beginning, but relevant nonetheless. Consider this me “studying” for 106-105.