January 2012
11 posts
product junkie.
my bathroom cupboards are an oftentimes overwhelming and/or embarassing testament to my ongoing obsession with all things beauty-related. there is just so dang much stuff to try, some good, some bad, so it’s quite honestly a good thing that my stint in cosmetics didn’t last longer because i’m an easy sell and i love trying (and apparently owning) it all. having said that, i have...
“sometimes i feel so—i don’t know—lonely. the kind of helpless feeling when...”
December 2011
3 posts
November 2011
6 posts
i can re-read jonathan safran foer's writing over...
“young friends, whose string-and-tin-can phone extended from island to island, had to pay out more and more string, as if letting kites go higher and higher…
the string between them grew incredibly long, so long it had to be extended with many other strings tied together: his yo-yo string, the pull from her talking doll, the twine that had fastened his father’s diary, the waxy...
untitled 71.
i saw you waiting
for a moment.
for a word.
for an opportunity.
for a smile.
i met your eyes with an old, remembered sinking feeling:
familiar stranger,
is there a beginning?
don’t fast forward through the middle.
this can’t end well.
not when i’m sitting here waiting.
it’s a hard thing to believe in.
what did you think of me
while you were waiting
for me...
October 2011
3 posts
in a million years, you can never guess how things will turn out or predict what will happen. there isn’t control in life because there isn’t control with people. things change and people make choices and life moves on and you have to stick to your guns and think before you speak and keep your chin up and do the right thing and keep on fighting the good fight.
sometimes, i’m...
September 2011
8 posts
“you must be the person you have never had the courage to be. gradually, you will...”
– paulo coelho
August 2011
2 posts
““what should i do about the wild and the tame? the wild heart that wants...”
July 2011
5 posts
weights and measures.
it’s all of the things i will never say. i lie every second by not speaking out my truth. it weighs so heavily sometimes, this inability to say so many things in so few words, directly and honestly and genuinely. the problem is that i measure out the approximate damages, and they’re nothing short of catastrophic. not for you. you make it out alive. but not me. better a slow cancer than...
i’m not your friend. i’m not your lover. i’m not your family.
yeah.
May 2011
5 posts
“the world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places....”
push and pull.
it’s unfair to want so many things all at once.
stitches.
she said to me, “i found this for you,” and shoved a box toward me with a dusty sewing machine inside. “i think it still works,” she voiced optimistically, “i thought you could use it.”
“what do i know of these things?” i wondered to myself. i only know of pinpricks and needles and the threads i’ve been carefully sewing all these years to...
April 2011
1 post
“no matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed...”
– charles bukowski
March 2011
3 posts
February 2011
3 posts
one of my favorites.
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
i lift my lids and all is born again.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)
the stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
and arbitrary blackness gallops in:
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
i dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
and sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)
god topples...
“i feel more like myself than i have for the longest time.”