November 2011
1 post
October 2011
1 post
“i promise not to ever lose again.”
August 2011
3 posts
“How’s it feel?
I mean, I know what it’s like
to watch you...”
– The Time Traveler’s Wife (2009)
July 2011
3 posts
THERE ARE THINGS TO DO
but i am always distracted!
retching
some nights you can’t retch anymore, and you lay still trying not to remember what you’ve just seen or heard. you taste betrayal lodged tight in your throat and realize that’s whats got you nauseous. the bulk of this poison then sits in your chest and in your stomach; you retch again. you miserably think that the spewing wont stop as the pain thrives deep inside; but as you crawl...
June 2011
6 posts
Everest - Ra Ra Riot
Obsessed with this song as...
hopelessness
something wrong with me? nah. nothing’s wrong with me at all. i’m a happy, healthy college graduate who loves burritos and dancing. i’m young, in love, and i bought a new car the other day, but something is off. i feel like a wedding portrait that’s fraying at the corners and the brides dress is yellowing. i feel like a lazy door that’s slowly sliding off it’s...
“So brown eyes I’ll hold you near cause you’re the only song I hear, a melody...”
– ‘Soul Meets Body’ Death Cab For Cutie (via crapimbroke)
May 2011
2 posts
I don't have it
I don’t have the pretty words and the eloquence that comes to all the bright writers. All I have is to-and-fro maybe yes, not no. I can’t speak in sparkly phrases nor reveal witty wisdom. Waves of rhythmic syntax in a neat polished sentence is not something I am familiar with. My head cannot follow the cues, the hints that poetry sings while maintaining it’s own composure....
April 2011
4 posts
college graduation dress
I thought I would be graduating in my favorite color, red, but that just got thrown out the window considering the logistics of graduating dresses. A graduating dress is important because it is representative of your evolution from student to a professional. It’s, in essence, a dress to be worn during the ceremony of your supposed acquired intelligence. A symbol of yourself amidst a sea of...
PAD / TAMPON Delivery →
spread the word, felizbox takin ova.
Why would a banana grab another banana? I mean,...
Yawn.
Yawning at my cold computer’s face, facing the day with the least bit of grace. Graciously allowing time to flow through thoroughly deciding on what ever I should do. Does this stale monotony ever stop, Stopping and going in the same sad spot?
Spotting the small stars that sparkly shine shining my eyes on my wrist with the time. Timing the despair with my two acquaintances; Acquainting...
March 2011
3 posts
not an intimations ode
declarations of intimacy are usually never spoken. when said out loud, they lose their secrecy and purpose. the best form of intimacy is not in words but it is not in moans either. it is the internal flow of love and care rushing through your nerves. it is gently holding someone’s hand or a kiss on neck. it is a wide-eyed glance of fleeting understanding that occurs between two people....
“remember, not even the great Gatsby could make Daisy stay.”
February 2011
6 posts
a constellation of two
“just imagine it, babe. nothing. just imagine what nothing looks like. just picture an entire emptiness all around you. except we’re the only ones in the universe. you and me engulfed by darkness and the only illumination coming from within ourselves maybe. we’d be, like, the lone moon of our existence. we’d be a constellation of two, forever rising and never setting. we...
i'm a bit disappointed i didn't write this (link) →
“‘i think i ought to tell you something’, she said softly. his dark eyes opened...”
– cassie - skins (uk)
right?
gettin’ older. gettin’ wiser. (jk)
existentialist crisis on the daily lately. i feel like i don’t want to waste away. all the older people warn me not to let this time fly. yet here i am… illegally downloading crappy music, blogging about bs, and watching funny videos on the interwebs. i keep hearing “travel now or youll regret it when youre 40 and pruny and wearing...
“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give...”
– Caliban in Shakespeare’s The Tempest
January 2011
2 posts
im guilty
it all makes sense now. i dont deserve anything i want because i suck. im the reason for every negative experience you face. im that time you got really bad mosquito bites all over your arms. metaphors aside, im the direct reason that happened to you actually. im the pain in the part of your neck when you sleep in a weird position. im the warm blood that lies beneath your skin pooling into a...
i shouldnt blog right now
first real entry in 392180398 minutes (that’s a rough estimate), and i probably shouldn’t be doing so. im not coherent and my eyes are cloudy.
feels like my soul is curling up within the soft creases of my lungs. it tries to escape with every empty exhale but i gasp it back to sleep. it slides into my arteries and sends waves of passion through my veins. this sad soul creeps into my...
December 2010
1 post
biters block
i only write poems about zombies and orange juice these days. maybe i’ll post some when i man up and stop being lazy.
November 2010
1 post
So Then She...: Wanted →
sothenshe:
I want you to run and jump in my arms when you see me. I want to give you my jacket when you’re shivering. I want to snuggle with you. I want you to fit perfectly when cuddling with me, right in my nook. I want you to hold me when I’ve had a bad day. I want to kiss you in the rain. I want you to…
relatable
October 2010
1 post
an inner middle-aged woman
so this site, http://urlai.com, analyzes your writing and basically identifies the author’s traits. it’s mostly accurate except it thinks i write like a middle aged woman. weirdly enough, i’m flattered by it.
Text analysis
emilysmiles.tumblr.com is probably written by a female somewhere between 26-35 years old. The writing style is personal and happy most of the...
September 2010
3 posts
the stars in the sky
who is meant to be anyway? no one is, we’re all meant to die eventually. who is your soul mate? no one, everyone is imperfect and few people will accommodate to you. what is meant to be? everything is possible so nothing is really meant to be. it’s all about “the stars in the sky and the fashion that they are aligned”. whatever will happen will happen and that’s it....
August 2010
4 posts
Ira & Abby (2006)
+++++++++SPOILERS++++++++
This story of two love-birds who gracefully fall in love with each other only to fall into a mess of marriage issues didn’t whet my appetite for the cutesy rom-com I was expecting. The film shows the gritty reality of human relationships. It can be confusing at the beginning when beautiful, chipper Abby falls hit-my-head-against-the-wall in love with...
¡QUEJAS!
by Ecuadorian poet DOLORES VEINTIMILLA DE GALINDO
¡Y amarle pude! … Al sol de la existencia se abría apenas soñadora el alma … Perdió mi pobre corazón su calma desde el fatal instante en que le hallé.
Sus palabras sonaron en mi oído como música blanda y deliciosa; subió a mi rostro el tinte de la rosa; como la hoja en el árbol vacilé. Su imagen en el sueño me acosaba siempre...
bikeride observations
bike-riding down my neighborhood overwhelms me with the strangest thoughts. how is everyone a walking cliche here? why can’t i be like that? is this even real? it’s like i’m riding through a movie and everything is shiny, simple, and good.
i just see perfect dads, joyfully playing catch with their perfect sons. perfect dad pitches gently so perfect son can easily catch the...
Analyze your writing!
I write like Cory Doctorow
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
July 2010
6 posts
“Write drunk; edit sober.”
– Ernest Hemingway
insignificant
eyewitness reports. clocks. onions. mirrors. decaffeinated coffee. cockroaches. name brands. tear drops. cellphone covers. novels about slackers. lower eyelashes. ventilation fans. caller id. nude lipstick. paper money. hair mousse. handstands. the wet of your eye. split ends in strands of hair. stifled yawns. words spoken when drunk. gall bladders. bacteria in your mouth. bruises on limbs. words...
Jigsaw Falling into Place - Radiohead
[…]...
oh noes
the cynic in me has been resurrected! missed you <333
why can’t i ever just be patient?! i don’t want to blame our wonderful society where instant-gratification reigns over us antsy humans but for cereal, i don’t have the drive to wait. i mean, i can seriously go to my local acme(tm) and get some legit-ass vegetables in less than 10 minutes and have a similar result but this is something i’ve always wanted to do. my happy...
Watchi have no words.
June 2010
4 posts
que sera, sera
i need to stop drunk-posting. also i need to stop being overly moved by movies about werewolves or other supernatural creatures. however, if i have a son some day he will be named Lawrence like the werewolf guy.
anyhoot, i also need to follow my to-do list more thoroughly these days. i’m in the process of completing some of what i wanted to do this summer like grow a garden, learn how to...
imagine
imagine knowing your fate. imagine knowing exactly what your life will revolve around and the outcome that will be produced. imagine knowing that much information and living. imagine living knowing that much information. imagine trying to stop fulfillment. imagine trying to stop prophecy. imagine fulfillment. imagine wondering about free will. imagine debates about human behavior. imagine...
