February 2012
Instead of being studious and writing my...
I chose to speedily finish the remaining three fourths of Love in the Time of Cholera. Now I’m stuck cramming the birth of a masterpiece into a span of two hours. Merde.
Coffee and Cigarettes by Augustana
“If you come as softly
As the wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear...”
– Jacequeline Woodson, “If You Come As Softly”
“I think I saw you in my dreams you were stitching up the seams on every broken...”
– La Dispute
“It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden...”
– Edgar Allan Poe, “Annabel Lee”
“For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves.
I remove my jewelry and set...”
– Kim Addonizio, “For You”
“I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here...”
– Lemony Snicket
“I.
Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password.
We love like spies, like...”
– Mindy Nettifee, “This is the Nonsense of Love”
“I laughed and said, ‘Life is easy’. What I meant was ‘Life is...”
– Miranda July
“Love lingered - by way of long conversations at night into those stark hours...”
– The Beautiful and Damned, F. Scott Fitzgerald
“When this earth and world did not exist
When there was no moon, sun or sky...”
– Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
“I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim...”
– Lemony Snicket, Beatrice Letters
“Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, and don’t put up with people that...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
“Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone...”
– Veronica A. Shoffstall, “After a While”
“The adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about...”
– Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores
I don't know what to do with myself.
I feel listless but intent on being productive, so I’ve been starting all these projects and quitting midway through. In the past twelve hours I have:
Cleaned all areas of the house but my own room
Organized half of my wardrobe by color with the rest spread sporadically over my bed
Knitted 1/4 of an ivory scarf
Vaguely outlined some psychology chapters
Idly read Lolita
Skimmed through...
I just finished Norwegian Wood and feel like crying because everything about it was heartbreaking, but in the most beautiful way. I want to start Lolita, but I can’t bring myself to do anything. I feel claustrophobic as fuck and all I want to do is hold a special someone, close my eyes and fall asleep for a week.
Thrifting the shit out of a Goodwill feels so...
Two books
A rose-colored cardi
A rose-colored sweater
An ivory button-up vest
A maroon coat
A long sleeve for a special boy~
Grey wedges
Black oxfords
Brown oxfords
Pink oxfords
A brown dress
And <$50 later and everything’s delightful. <3
I have this eerie conviction that I'll reach bliss...
I pull an all-nighter finishing Norwegian Wood and tackle the Everest pile of books perched on my bedside table. I could go to a cafe in the morning and purchase a muffin (I haven’t had one in ages and they’re always a special treat) and a large helping (okay, maybe two) of coffee. The weather isn’t going to be too bad, so I can walk to Goodwill and scavenge the building for a...
unseemlyamountofbeesonmybody:
This is a cover of...
