December 2011
80 posts
November 2011
87 posts
Another excerpt:
“Did she develop alopecia immediately before leaving me? Did her distress over this condition contribute to her decision to leave? Should I call her up and reveal that I know her secret and promise to go wig shopping with her, or at least buy her a very cozy hat? So many questions, and no easy answers.”
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SISTER GIRLFRIENDS: During the zombie apocalypse, how long would you wait to sleep with another guy after your husband/boyfriend/domestic partner was viciously eaten by zombies?
A) A couple of months so I have time to properly grieve but mostly because I’m worried about people thinking I’m a slut.
B) About two weeks until I run into a guy in an abandoned shopping mall that I had a crush on in High School and oh god he’s still hot.
C) A few days because life is short and we’re all going to die anyway! Plus I’m like, totally in a vulnerable place.
D) While he’s still being eaten alive because I was stuck in a dead end marriage and I’m kinda turned on by the sound of zombies ripping apart someone’s flesh.
“What makes lovemaking and reading resemble each other most is that within both of them times and spaces open, different from measurable time and space.”
—
Italo Calvino (via scrone-a-palooza)
Oh my thesis. How I long for you sometimes. I’ve read this book so many times I could probably recognize literally any line from it.
I think it's time for everyone
who has Spotify synced with their facebook or uses Washington Post Social Reader to get taken out back and Old Yellered.
This is my line in the sand.
Could I agree more? It’s like OKAY, YOUR MUSICAL TASTE IS COOLER THAN MINE, IF I GAVE A SHIT I’D…I’d…okay, sorry, I can’t think of a single possible scenario in which I’d give a shit. Sorry.
“He invented the Panama Canal so the Atlantic and Pacific oceans could have sex while he watched.”
—This article, re: Teddy Roosevelt.
“Nobody would remember her as “that girl who gave Darren von Clevold a blowjob at a party at the beginning of a school year” if she was also “that girl who spontaneously combusted in the first floor library bathroom at ten-thirty on a Wednesday morning.”
—An excerpt from my novel.
You da One
Rihanna
Ugh, the intro. Yes.
“People who’ve Been to Hell and Back develop a certain sort of self-righteousness. There is a tendency to say: I have an addictive personality, I am terribly sensitive, I’m touched with fire, I have Scars. There is a self-perpetuating belief that one simply cannot help it, and this is very dangerous. It becomes an identity in and of itself. It becomes its own religion, and you wait for salvation, and you wait, and wait, and wait, and do not save yourself. If you saved yourself and did not wait for salvation, you’d be self-sufficient. How dull.”
—Marya Hornbacher
