February 2010
lauragarciacervantes:
i have such a difficult time keeping in contact with people. so frustrating sometimes.
rrgh. me, too. it’s awful awful awful
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January 2010
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2008 mix cd: songs to be bitter to
heartbreak hotel - elvis
coulda lied - red hot chili peppers
perfect fit - the dresden dollss
working class hero - marilyn manson
pouring pain - ima robot
heart-shaped box [nirvana cover] - evanescence
tell me lies - cats don’t dance
call me when you’re sober - evanescence
good day - the dresden dolls
off the hook - barenaked ladies
people are strange - the doors
last train...
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“how about this arienette? how does she fit into all of this?”...”
– an attempt to tip the scales - bright eyes
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the garden - mirah
thatsnotpunny:
what’s the opposite of capitalism?
lowercaseism
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“The work you do while you procrastinate is probably the work you should be doing...”
– Jessica Hische (via @antm) (via austinkleon)
“you beat up on yourself ‘cause there ain’t no one else who feels...”
– elliott smith http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qb2EXRPE6v0
“Sobbing and useless is a million times better than dead. A billion times. Thank...”
– Jennifer Michael Hecht, “On Suicide” (via austinkleon)
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oneword jan15-jan21
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major sophie clicked her pen against her teeth, staring with mild panic hiding behind her eyes at the slowly loading university application page. without turning, she said, “so i guess this is the part where i decide what i’m going to do with my life forever.” a nervous giggle escaped her lips. her fingers shook as she typed in her name. sink the steam rose up...
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thank you, but no thank you, today i’ve already had a bagel and an appetite suppressant. it seems fitting that i started breaking down boundaries that i’ve always deemed “positive” and “reasonable,” because the future is now, after all; there’s no better time than now. why put off ‘til tomorrow what you can destroy today?
i see things in strangers....
that is how you make a fucking entrance. →
“the ghetto boys are catcalling me as i pull my keys from my pocket. i wonder if...”
– amanda palmer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uh46Rsgtl2s
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“he put his spike in my gauge hole!”
– Rebekkah (via lauragarciacervantes)
“my health is failing me, so i flip on the television and watch sad movies and...”
– i hear noises - tegan and sara http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ii2c85rWMjc
“each morning i get up, i die a little. can’t barely stand on my feet, take...”
– somebody to love - queen http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxbFLYa0_bw
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hundred metre dot dash
a delusion of serenity allows my finger to follow through on its automatic dragclick click and my eyes do the same dance then explode into fireworks of saltwater and my fingers start missing keys— ohly fuck yes oh my gs — my ribs rattle against each other spelling out morse code messages echoed by hyperventilated breaths and chattered through my jaw: …....
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I LOVE MACK SMITH
you complete me!
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oneword jan8-jan14
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burst emotions and colours exploded from her chest. metaphorically, you know, not literally, but— i heard the skin ripping and the ribs creaking apart and all the little atoms shifting around, pushing each other aside to make room for the burst. i felt the splatter of shrapnel on my cheek. system fingers flying over keyboards. techy beeps and glowing screens. i sit back...
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oneword jan1-jan7
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coat his head was buzzing and the sounds of the party outside were barely even muffled by the closed door. he planted his feet, staring at the bed. the pile of coats on it looked to be metres high, and there was no telling where his shoes had gone to. shift the whole floor seemed to tilt. i know that my eyes were still locked on cassy’s, but my body went on a diagonal...
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“the wind walked restlessly, told its tale to no-one.”
– stephen king (in the gunslinger)
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http://www.thesixtyone.com/datba/song/thescientist/... →
a recording of my song “the scientist”
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The Quiet World
fuckyeahhlove:
In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance...
“ladies and gentlemen! you’ve read about it in the newspapers! now, shudder...”
– joker in the killing joke