What kind of person would pass up a sugar high

I'll never like people who don't like to eat candy. Especially when they call them 'sweets.' I read this story in Memorious about a candy-eater and it coincided so well with the thought in my brains.

Required criteria: to have read Anna Karenina at least once -

I like the scene where Levin sees Kitty ice-skating - "She made everything bright...The spot where she stood seemed to him unapproachable holy ground and there was one moment when he nearly turned away, so filled with awe was he...He walked down, for a long while averting his eyes from her, as though she were the sun, but seeing her, as one sees the sun, without looking."

Ono no Komachi:

How sad,
to think I will end
as only
a pale green mist
drifting the far fields.

H/a/n/d F-e-t-i-s-h.

Major insomnia for weeks & weeks. I get bored and cut my hair. Some morning I will wake up and look like Mia Farrow.



"There is a season when one hopes to need."

Damn. I love GC Waldrep's poems.

In the year 2020, everyone will have good vision

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that, within me there lay an invincible summer. – Albert Camus


The man - Jeffrey Eugenides

Reading The Virgin Suicides (again). It's better than I remembered. I like this: "Her eyes shone, burned, intent on her mission as only a creature with no doubts as to either Creation's glory or its meaninglessness could be." It reminds me of Kerouac's roman candle quote. TVS is the modern day P&P. The Lisbon sisters are analogous to the Bennets, I think. Instead of marriage, death; instead of husbands, suicide. Maybe Jane Austen should have committed suicide instead of dying of TB. Someone should have told that bitch you're supposed to add life to your days not days to your life. It seems like no BritLits are suicides.
Well, but it makes me want to eat pink doughnuts while taking a bath...

To be running and laughing at the same time.

Listen to this conversation. It is great, Anna Shteynshleyger is amazing.
I want this poster more than anything right now:


I'm increasingly attracted to railroads since reading this book. I feel like it explains everything.
From Rilke's 'The Voices': "The rich and fortunate may well keep quiet/ nobody wants to know what they are."



wearing my Bob Harris hotel slippers

bill murray.

I like the way axes look

See, even Marlon Brando likes cats

I don't like the way people dress a lot of the time. I think they look stupid wearing their stupid clothes. Why can't more of them dress like him ->

I will remember you, red-sweater-man when I'm sitting next to lavender-poloshirt-boy and old-navy-fleece-boy.

Best quote I've heard in a while: "I'd rather be dead than cool." You all know who said it?? He's dead.

I find myself thinking a lot about carrot cake these days:

i took something and it feels like karate

it's a lamp...


serious delirium: coffee and cigs

my new wardrobe will consist entirely of animal prints

Caribou - Odessa.. oh my goodness.

i want to play

the violin

and the piano (LooK! it's mr yoni wolf)

and the trumpet.

but i just sing in my car when i'm driving alone.

mon morning mishap: mistaking chili powder for cinnamon and dumping that shit into your oatmeal.

the floor is the best place to cry

imagine all the people you'll never see again

still one of the saddest songs i've ever heard:

lusting after these boots

white birches - best wallpaper ever

black nails/orange tictacs day.

could be happy here

read a midsummer night's dream and liked this part via mean demetrius: "I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes, And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts."

don't.

girls w/o plans

want to travel by rail

i like this blog a lot: royal quiet deluxe



if i had to choose one thing to wear for the rest of my life it would be this. and i don't know why since i hate the color red.

this movie looks fantastically depressing, but i still want to see it.

ever hear about this??




sometimes i wish i was a smoker. it seems nice.

ich bin der Tag, ich bin der Tau

bullshit?? but what a gorgeous head

what are you doing here, gregory peck. nice beard tho.


suicide blonde tumblr

Sylvia Plath wrote this, i've always pictured her saying this while she put on lipstick: If I could bleed, or sleep!-/ If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!

here is a poem by walt, see if you can read it aloud without a tremor in your voice.(if you can, you're ruthless).

if my mind were like this today i could stop and know who i happen to be

can't think of any one better than them.





sitting in the library is sometimes the most awful thing ever. it hurt almost to sit in there. i looked around today at the people in there with me and they all looked so miserable and i felt compassionate towards them. i find that only in wildness is the beat of something bloody and alive. i heard someone talking about how they had smelled something horrible all day and then discovered that they had shit their pants a little w/o knowing it.

existence before essence. read this shit. an excerpt from mr crick: “You, your joys and your sorrows, your memories and ambitions, your sense of personal identity and free will, are, in fact, no more than the behavior of a vast assembly of nerve cells and their associated molecules.”

everything still remains the same.

it's not worth it if you have to go thru it alone.

fall in love with the athletic.

read this quote by Derek Walcott: There is no rest, really, there is no rest, there is just a joyous torment all your life of doing the wrong thing.

i read a short by Rivka Galchen: Once an Empire and i liked it because it was good. Here is an interview and this is an excerpt: "Once at the mall, when I was maybe 8, they had this enormous “Handwriting Analysis Machine”—it looked like HAL—and so, for $2, I had my handwriting analyzed...and the machine said I was coldhearted!"

triscuits are so fucking great, i have a memory of eating a sleeve of these while watching the flight of the red balloon:

wheat thins are for numbnuts.

to wait.

new fav chair:


yep.

eveline tarunadjaja. c'est adorable.

Realization(when everything seems like bullshit): it is only the wordless compassion of Beethoven that can heal it -

the day is done, i think

Sundays with Buddy Holly (are nice).

discovered: bright stupid confetti. Named from a Plath poem. If you don't like Plath, then I don't really like you.


nice graphische