November 2011
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A couple of years ago, I was watching Girls Interrupted and of course the most resonant line —
Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends and by the...
October 2011
6 posts
“… How can everything go so horribly wrong when we are all trying so fucking...”
– it’s not easy: I can’t even. (via mosshunt)
Controlled chaos is quintessential of obsession over control.
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“Capitalism is nothing more than legalised anarchy”
– Researching for Crit Writing does pay off sometimes. This is totally true. Awesome Shit. Putting Ethics Before Profits by The Guardian
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September 2011
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Sit enviously while I reminisce the days of endless spiraling conversations with unknown strangers, albeit massive digressions and laughable notions. Feel myself falling into the same place I was exactly 2 years ago. I find myself praying, praying ever so quietly, I’ll not be railroaded this time. I’m trying so hard not to make the mistakes of the past, but history teaches man no...
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August 2011
7 posts
Industrial societies turn their citizens into image-junkiew; it is the most irrestible form of mental pollution. — On Photography: In Plato’s Cave by Susan Sontag
This is probably the most insightful sentence in the entire article. What I cannot comprehend is why anyone would leave something this amazing at the last paragraph of her article (?!)
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July 2011
4 posts
When I say I don’t have the emotional capacity to be with you, that I have a goddamn hole in my heart, that I feel like blowing my brains out all the time, I’m not joking. Not then, not now. And, I really honestly sincerely don’t wna hear about your problems.
Or, how I try so hard to maintain the balance, to look forward, to keep the zen and everything together, but every time...
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June 2011
2 posts
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Generation Why? →
Perils of Facebook and the most complete summation of why I don’t use it.
- From nybooks.com by Zadie Smith
We are finally there, but want’s insatiable. Being cocky is excruciatingly hard.
May 2011
2 posts
Every second brings you closer to god.
Is what you are living for worth dying for?
March 2011
3 posts
flapjacksblog2 asked: What is your favorite Cartoon Network show?
December 2010
10 posts
Order of the unordered
Today has been the strangest day ever. By strangest, I literally mean, like skinny pigs, short giraffes, fatless cheese burgers, walking veggies, sky crashing kind of strange.
1. For the first time EVER, someone actually decide to counter offer a higher pay.
2. Walked into a Yamaha where all the salesmen were jamming and singing rather than selling anything (at all).
3. Tripped an alarm (?) at...
Long Live
It’s time, for the girl in green dress tread ever so softly into the endless canopy. She will wander, as the leaves rustle, with no sight of the sky yet with the heart of a compass. Today, is no time for your power suits and power talks. Today, you shall listen to whispers in the wind. Today, is the day, you shall finally see your undisclosed desires and watch as your life unravel in front...
September 2010
5 posts
“Say your grace.”
“We do not grow absolutly, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension,...”
– Anais Nin (via quote-book)
Look away now.
Used to never understand why people don’t try at all, why they choose to look at their situation and walk away, go crazy and get depressed. I thought I knew what it was like, but really, I know nothing at all. I mean, what was I thinking? I’ve never ever been in their situation in my life, never really had to try or fight for anything, much less fall all the way to the bottom and try...
August 2010
4 posts
“Time to fucking man up.”
– T
“Someday we will all go mad.”
The other day a friend told me something really simplistic. ‘Just think of all the good times you had together. Can’t be that hard to decide aint it?’ True. But then something struck me, it’s been so long, so much forced ignorance, so much deliberate rejection, I can now hardly even recall those times. Or maybe during those times that we had, we were simply too preoccupied...
There are paint bubbles on my wall. My brother looks at it and go, “it looks like the wall has fucking rashes.” LOL?