January 2012
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The Evolution of My Brother →
“To be the older child is to think of your younger sibling in this way that is so impossible, so fixed and misunderstood that it’s better not to think at all. And to be the younger child is to have loved someone who mysteriously disappears, and that love, like the physical disappearance, makes a similar move.” — Jenny Zhang
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Cherie: Just realized that Feist is amazing.
Me: send me some feist stuff
Cherie: [Mushaboom link] [My Moon My Man link] My favorites
Me: i was expecting some metals stuff
Cherie: Metals? It's Feist, not some rock band.
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i actually concluded a timed essay today!! i am pretty sure the reason i have never completed an in-class essay is because of compounded pressure: the speed at which your neighbor is writing, multiplied by the rate at which you recover from that tip of the tongue syndrome, raised to power of how quickly you can scratch out, forget, remember, and reremember.
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December 2011
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resolution reflections
some top of the year resolutions:
fix things - fuck that noise. but really.
stop being a disappointment - the impossible goal.
live - tiffany in 2010 was super dreamy, and by dreamy i mean a fool.
listen to more music - trying.
tell the truth - i am more truthful with myself.
hold my shit together - in this specific situation, i did retain composure but i am not sure if it was the right...
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Watchare you happy that it is christmas?
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holy shit how did people form relationships before the internet.
nobody should ask me how i spent my afternoon because they will feel secondhand shame.
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zeitgeist
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song of the year that does not originate from this year: walk on the moon, asobi seksu. for several songs that i listened to on repeat, i never want to hear again. but this one i really love.
song of the year that does originate from this year: all in white, the vaccines. i tend to discover the best songs much later, so this is subject to change. it is definitely not my most played or...
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experiencing this two-fold tumult of emotion: greatly appreciated because it is like waking up from multiple winters of hibernation and awful as each suture feels freshly ripped anew.
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“And then I got to a point where I just started realizing that you just embrace...”
– Matt Berninger (via presidents)
there is a new breed of awkward cropping up lately in which it is assigned to every cute thing a boy or a girl does that is a bit off center. i almost refuse to call myself awkward because its connotation is so different from what it should be. awkward is not doing...
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November 2011
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hur blub derpderp herp derp derpdderrrrp
i am so lame
deerrppp
(brought to you by viewers like you julie)
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could not feel less thankful today. what the fuck
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“War is hell, but that’s not the half of it, because war is also mystery...”
– Tim O’Brien, from The Things They Carried. It’s not taboo to be a war junky right?
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yesterday there was this miniature lady with rolls in her hair and fluffy slippers and washed and rewashed fleecy pajamas standing on a ladder, trimming her tiny tree with no leaves in the yellow wash of chicago streets past six. we had just turned the corner from something deeply uncomfortable and this sight was a giant relief to me because it seemed so inane and so perfect at that moment. i wish...
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October 2011
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i was scrolling through my likes page and i was reminded of when i told tina about how my basement is suburban 90s makeout party central. there’s wood panelling and futon and a cassette player and a humidifier and everything smells like wet trees. what more could teenagers possibly need? come over to my lo-fi basement and fall asleep watching vhs tapes with me.
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i posted this for a night and then felt ugly but it is back up because i want catharsis.
purge away. because truth is i am missing you. though i am cowardly. afraid of not meaning it. or when you lied to me. as you called me. how you cried and I knew exactly why. your chuckle and mine. your scent and the boy i chased up the stairs. how you were right and never knew. as you stopped. or when i...
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“People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?”
— Alice Hoffman, The Ice Queen (via swoone and tffnyw)
September 2011
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