June 2010
“So I am here is this room and I keep having thoughts about how I shouldn’t be so...”
– happalieverafter
letterstoiraglass asked: I really like your blog, but I cannot comment without reblogging. Do you ever plan on changing that? (Also, I cry at work ALL THE FREAKING TIME NOW, so the fact that you made it outside if quite an accomplishment.)
“You know on What Not To Wear when Stacy and Clinton show the poorly dressed fool...”
– building a ladder
“You’ll look like:
- you’re going to tie someone to train tracks.
- a...”
– Responses to my argentine proposed facial hair scheme. NONE OF THESE ARE DEAL BREAKERS, LADIES. (via masterblaster)
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On Pride
Achievement of the night: I didn’t cry at work.
I waited until I was out of the building, around the corner, a block away. Then I leaned against a heavy brick building and sobbed. This, for me, is something to be proud of.
I did, however, attract the attention of a cab driver, who pulled up nearby and asked me twice if I needed a ride. I shook my head, but he lingered. I imagined then how...
“Can’t somebody just invent a computer that is wise enough to figure out...”
– emes
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Turning Marvel
Sometimes I think about how much space would be left in my head if I could just clear out all of my self-conscious thoughts. Imagine how much time I would have for contemplating novels or great works of art if I could simply stop being aware of the shape of my body and the space I take up at all times.
Hot nights on the subway, when my thighs stick to the seat and my bra is damp with sweat...
New Favorite Funny Blog
Catalog Living: a look into the exciting lives of the people who live in your catalogs.
I actually laughed out loud - twice! - which is extraordinarily rare for me.
“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The...”
– Jack Kerouac (via marywachsmann)
erinmarchak asked: In my head, I think you're exactly like Kate Nash. Especially from her Foundations video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryH5cga0yUI&NR=1) I'm not sure how accurate this is, despite how quiet you were during school. (Feel free to remove the last half of the sentence. I've had a few ceasars).
“‘You know, you’re a little complicated after all.”
“Oh no,” she assured him...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (via andeventhis)
cityography:
Paris - Edith Piaf
There is only...
To Market, To Market
The Magic Dress and I are heading over to the Brooklyn Flea this afternoon! I’ve been meaning to go since I moved here, and I will be very disappointed if I get lost and don’t make it there. (This is a thing that happens to me.)
I feel a bit weird about wearing the Dress now, like someone will recognize me and think have a closet full of the same dress or something. I suppose there...
Currently
panicking because my message count keeps going up, but tumblr keeps telling me I have no new messages and maybe someone is trying to tell me they’re wildly, madly in love with me or that they’d like to finance the production of my (as yet unwritten) first screenplay or that they’re 96% sure they’re my long lost twin and we have to pull a Parent Trap scenario, via tumblr...
Drinkyourjuice, On "What should I do with my... →
I really liked this post. Drinkyourjuice (aka Christine Friar) is one of my favorite tumblrs, despite the fact that I think she would find my interests mostly boring, my blog horribly twee, and my taste in everything very behind the times. (She does a lot of textual eye-rolling at anyone who isn’t entirely in the know about the latest in pop culture, music, etc.)
But she’s hilarious....
Revelations Upon Moving To New York
Here’s something:
All the women here have their nails manicured. To be honest, it’s taken me about three months to realize it, but one day I looked around the subway and noticed that I was the only lady on there with bare, natural nails. I hid them in shame. I was naked!
They weren’t just polished, like the way you do at slumber parties, they were pristine with white tips or...
(no subject)
After two glasses of wine, I am writing you confessional emails that you won’t mention the next day. If I bring them up, you will only note that I forgot the subject line - one of your pet peeves, and a crime of which I am constantly guilty.
I imagine my email packed in with the others you receive - important work things, with words like expedite and The Budget in them. Pornographic...
Intervention
I feel bad complaining about a free service, especially one that I have loved for so long, but Tumblr, honey, get it together.
You have a problem.
You ate three of my posts today. Some just disappeared from my queue. I know I’m not posting anything profound, but I do put some time and thought into the things I share here, and it’s really frustrating for me when you destroy the things...
stars-apart-deactivated20111005 asked: hey there! im gonna be a sophmore in college and have been following your little new york journey here on tumblr ^-^ I myself have big dreams to move to NYC after college [from the midwest!] I am nervous but I want to make sure I get there. Any advice on making the move or even finding a job/intership from this distance? thanks so much love your blog xo
Aggro
So my internet connection has gone to shit, despite my best google-searching efforts to repair it myself. I can’t watch youtube clips, my pages load at a snail’s pace, and I have spent more time than I care to admit trying to will it into submission with my puppy dog eyes. I am desperately avoiding calling my provider, as this has never resulted in anything other than frustrating phone...
“She was in love with her son’s pediatrician. Alone out in the country—could...”
– Lydia Davis, “Safe Love” via heartbeat city:
The Songs of Summer: 1940-2010 →
I love lists like this. Scrolling through the 90s portion is like a trip through my childhood. Found via theverybusyspider.
