February 2012
fuming from the blatant ignorance and hatred that my co-worker carries with him. i could cry or i could scream and it wouldn’t solve anything but it’s also impossible to educate the un-educatable.
shesanargonaut:
Sometimes I write things seriously and with absolute care, staring at my computer like this until people start liking it:
and when they do, I’m like:
AND THEN I write absolute crap that took half a thought to create and see all these amazing writers like it and I’m just like:
NO AMAZING WRITERS NO
GO LIKE THE OTHER ONE
THE GOOD ONE
THE GOOD ONNNNNNNNNE
could not be...
Pockets
tiredfoxes:
I carry deep pockets next to my hips, woven into the floral cottons of my skirts. And I fill them up so that they jingle and tinker as I walk. Peanut shells and old brass keys, candy wrappers, coins, balls of pastel dryer lint that smell vaguely like the rain. All day I stuff my hands into the warmth of them. I feel my hipbones jut as I sway. I let the treasures filter through...
the red cross is here for a blood drive today and the co-worker i secretly love is talking about his fear of needles and i think it’s the cutest thing in the world.
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tiredfoxes:
why i’ll always have nothing.
if i had light i’d let it burn out if i had color i’d let it fade away if i had love i’d give it all to you
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I cried so much on Sunday that my eyes are still bloodshot today.
30 Cutest Boys With Beards and Cats →
I appreciate the Internet going out of it’s way to put all of the things I use it for all in one spot. Surfing is over.
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I’m so sad that Henry is skipping over MA on this tour. I’m going to go cry now.
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Mixed Reviews →
FLB’s poetic response to a bad review. I love this woman.