I think if I were to do Melancholy Play now, I’d understand it far more.
Slowly climbing to recovery
Found grandma, felt ill all day, lovetime with frands, and neon genesis evangelion. Ugh illness
Spotted: disturbed white homeless man screaming obscenities at a homeless black man by dick’s.
DUTY CALLS 3 O’ CLOCK TEA
Sorry, I don’t get selfapplauding attempts at antique romance - unless it’s steampunk. Fuck cowboys, gimme goggles
I don’t want to depend on chemicals for clarity
Quote Erin Johnson: “you know why gay men love me? It’s because I’m ARROGANT”
Hey dumbass, stop talking so much, listen
The nice man from the Greek place next door thinks I’m the “fun guy at the mall”, dancing and singing and stuff. Especially, when I’m high.
I’m never high here.
I can’t keep up, and frankly, I’m glad of it. I don’t live here anyway, the deepest part of me stays away
1. Straight white people
2. Straight males especially
3. Old people using the word “regular”, in any sense
stayed up all night working on a beautiful paper, no rain, and I was sad because I love the morning rain.
I am just now finished. It is just now raining.
Nothing feels worse than an all nighter
My landlords just left a note on my door about being quiet. Someone complained. Someone ratted.also: 110 pages of Secret Garden, 2 chapters and exercises for HEL, and editing s frenetic paper on video games due tomorrow at 4. Plus appointments. Oh, hell.
RT @ladygaga: big huge man banging on the car window outside the arena, trying to sell me scalped tickets to my own show. yoouuu skalliwag
Wow. Just read through 121 tweets. Am I bad if I was only into the fashion ones? @seaofshoes
Mackenzie Gregg had a bicycle accident last night. She is at St. Joseph’s in Bellingham, where I am told she is in ok condition; a bad spill on her head, they say. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers, whichever, whatever. Just send her waves of love. Thank you. I’m hoping like the rest of you that she is as well as possible.
I learned SO MUCH TONIGHT. Love teacherfriends
“he was like, ‘why are you wearing spurs?’ and I was like, ‘fuck you, I have a horse, I just rode him’!”
spotted at Mobatta: the goddamn Nubian queen of all things
Does the fact that I am not broken make me less interesting?
I feel like everyone interesting is wrapped up in their own personal tragedy or in the midst of some existential crisis. I will ask questions and I will take risks and I will do things that scare me and I will work to become a better person, but if falling apart is the cost of uniqueness then count me out. I don’t feel like self-destructing when my life is so beautiful.
I’ll stay boring.
I want to cry. And, in a positive way.
RT @rozilovesyou: Hi, my name is Rozi… Don’t mind me, I’ll just go about life with rose coloured glasses on. It’s the only way to survive
RT @ZeBrownBebe: Oddfellows chicken salad sandwich, i have missed you. Not Mehron. I only missed my chicken.
Leather scarf??? Such a thing exists?! RT @sea_of_shoes: Definitely need a big leather scarf. Anyone know of where I might find one?
I listened to the Breakfast at Tiffany’s soundtrack about 15 times last night while reading Tom sawyer
…and that is to be sane.
and then some.
sing it, girl. Seriously. If you are lost, no one is.
A child, left to play alone, says of quite an easy thing, ‘Now I am going to to do something very difficult’. Soon, out of vanity, fear and emptiness, he builds up a world of custom, convention and myth in which everything must be just so; certain doors are one-way streets, certain trees sacred, certain paths taboo. Then along comes a grown-up or a more robust child; they kick over the imaginary wall, climb the forbidden tree, regard the difficult as easy and the private world is destroyed. The instinct to create myth, to colonize reality with the emotions, remains. The myths become tyrannies until they are swept away, when we invent new tyrannies to hide our suddenly perceived nakedness. Like caddis-worms or like those crabs which dress themselves with seaweed, we wear belief and custom.
Is this for real? I get freaked out about cooking breakfast. I get tense about what to name my computer.
I had this time when I believed it was about now and that I was a fairy princess and now I just think I’m an adult man and I’m old and tired and lazy and stupid at the same time
but I am not
In these moments
I am empty
I am made of nothing.
I could attempt
but it would be my death.
I am full to brim with
I would to be empty
so I might be full
all the time
This girl ran into my shit at pettirosso and instead of “oops” or “sorry” she said “failure”
BAD ROMANCE AT BAUHAUS
My apartment smells like fancy candles and incense. Brings back memories of Mirkwood. ^_^
Goddamn story of my life girl :/ RT @sea_of_shoes: Always a conflict between what we think we want and what is actually comfortable for us
that cameras have a “fireworks” setting. It must be a nice night if you’re getting to see fireworks! A special setting indeed!
a beautiful film, from the book by Christopher Isherwood. Written and directed for the screen by Tom Ford, of Gucci and power gay fame.
Saw it today at the Harvard Exit. Easily one of the most beautiful and… stirring films I’ve ever seen.