December 2008
102 posts
Word Count Journal →
jotterbook:
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holga:
So, you know, I’m always behind on these things like this, but I’ll share it anyway.
“Word count journal is a new blog format where you write one word your first day, two words the second, three words the third, etc. By the end of a non-leap year you’ll have written a total of 66, 795 words, more words than most novels.
Who’s up for...
The Heartbroke Daily: Farah, the wake up call. →
“My life, to date, wasn’t worthy of death. Much as I wanted to give up, I had to keep trying.”
It was intended to be this enormous gesture, I think, a way of wrapping the whole thing up, as if the whole thing could or would ever be wrapped up. That’s the thing with the youn these days, isn’t it? They watch too many happy endings. Everything has to be wrapped up, with a smile and a tear and a wave. Everyone has learned, found love, seen the error of their ways, discovered the...
“You gotta do what Randall Pink Floyd wants to do man. Let me tell you this, the...”
– Gotta love Dazed and Confused.
David Wooderson (via bryanboova) (via katyg)
Received my first postcard from Slovenia, through www.postcrossing.com - http://tinyurl.com/7vnz89www.postcrossing.com - http://tinyurl.com/7vnz89
Writing a Postcrossing postcard to U.S.A.
What should have been a reassuring conversation with you was not. It set my head spinning. A top with endless possible revolutions in mind. I’m tired. I’m tired of trying when it feels like you aren’t. I’m tired of putting my heart on the line only to hear the operator’s voice say the line has been disconnected.
Odd art installments on beaches. →
These are strange but fascinating.
hellovagina:
Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she’d fly.
— Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
“Isabella Swan: Look, You gotta give me some answers.
Edward Cullen: Yes. No. To...”
– Twilight by Stephanie Meyers.
I feel sorta nerdy posting this, but it’s trite and true.
These poor poor dogs. →
Nobody fucks with the Jesus, man.
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m...”
– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Safran Foer (via ebb-andflow) (via srsly) (via joshawesome) (via soiledteenagedgirlfriend)
“When you say what you say,
It’s not what I thought, it’s really nothing at all...”
– Xiu Xiu - Bunny Gamer (via willmccloud)
My Morning Jacket: ‘Touch me I’m going...
I think… People place too much weight on love. Love is an amazing thing - it’s true. I’m not disupting this much. However, it is not the be all, end all of everything in the world. You are the be all, end all, everything of the world. Self-love should be the highest on the totem pole.
Just a mid-day thought.
Today's top story headline: "No good way to tell...
Things like this are why I despise news networks.
willmccloud:
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Hearts in nature. →
Was da night bafo' Christmas
Was da night bafo’ Christmas, and all ova’ da place Not even da geckos was showin’ their face. Da stockings was hangin’ on top da TV? (‘Cause no mo’ fireplace in Hawai’i) Da kids stay all crashed, my old man too. They leave all da work for you-know-who. So me, I stay pickin’ up alla their toys, When - boom! - outside get only big noise! I run to da...
“Business Time” Flight of the...
