June 2011
86 posts
I parked at Starbucks and walked until Culver meets Irvine. I went alone. I didn’t cry alone.
May 2011
75 posts
My brain hurts. This is too much to process. I always try to imagine that moment between life and death. But I can’t. I keep thinking “That could’ve been me. That could’ve been you.” Life is so fragile.
“You’re ridic” and “You’re a dick” sound the same, so be careful.
Prosetry
Do you remember the air hostess who made sure you had pretzels and some ginger ale on your last trip back east? Or the cab driver who drove you to the Guggenheim? Or the waiter who served you bread and cheese on the corner of Mulberry and Prince?
Neither do I.
But maybe with just a brief glimpse we have imprinted their faces somewhere in the recesses of our minds. Maybe it’s a dull...
There will always be a part of me that will be in...
“But I suspect you have never loved outside of yourself: / You are a narcissist knife, / in love with your own edge.” -Gabriel Gadfly.
I like when ugly feelings are put into pretty words. I enjoy irony.
So You Think You Can Dance really inspires me. Imagine just living and breathing something that you’re actually passionate about. High school is all about being “well-rounded.” But being a jack of all trades means that you’re not spectacular at any one thing. It means that you don’t put your soul into that special something. It means spreading yourself out too thin.
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People always look at modern art and say “I could’ve done that.” The point is that… you didn’t do that.
Que será será. Whatever will be, will be.
This gets me through the worst days.
Just got a new issue of TIME. “Sex. Lies. Arrogance. What Makes Powerful Men Act Like Pigs.” In the last couple weeks both Arnold Schwarzenegger and Dominique Strauss-Kahn decided to allow their douchiness to be revealed to the public and the press. How disgusting. Someone told me that they are praying for them. I am most definitely not. They both ruined their lives and my prayers (or...
thefrey-deactivated20120626 asked: addy you are my favorite
Anonymous asked: no. its not who you think i am. now go eat some grapefruit. or canteloupe. wait. you don't like canteloupe. it makes your throat itchy. ahaha.
“I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.” -Jack Kerouac
Well when you put it like that..
Does life imitate art? Or does art imitate life?
I haven’t been able to sleep easily for a...
I just pretend to be productive.
PEACE. LOVE. BREAD.
“When you go to Europe this summer you’ll be able to legally drink!! We can share a glass of wine!” -My overly enthusiastic father whom I love.
Top Ten iPod Shuffle
1. Morning Mr. Magpie, Radiohead. I love my Brits.
2. Complainte De La Butte, Rufus Wainwright. I love French, but I wish I understood it. This song is perfect because it’s half French, half English.
3. If I Could, Jack Johnson. Nuff said.
4. Speak To Me/Breathe, Pink Floyd. The Dark Side of the Moon album is one continuous song. There are no breaks at all. It’s good.
5. Say It...
Going to a charity dinner tonight. Yes. My last name’s Van der Woodsen.
Anonymous asked: hey. your cool. i like you. youre awesome. go eat some grapefruit.
My English project...
When Death Proposed
She proposed to me.
I thought we would make a beautiful couple.
Both so simple, both so quiet, both so invisible.
I wouldn’t have to shed false tears.
I wouldn’t have to cook her dinner or buy her presents or sleep with her.
I wouldn’t have to pretend to care.
At the wedding ceremony she would tell me that
Everything would be illuminated.
And I would retort that nothing would...
“I just purchased Rosetta Stone for English.” -Tina Fey as Sarah Palin on Saturday Night Live
Debussy’s Claire de Lune. So beautiful....
Just watched Water for Elephants. Forget about Robert Pattinson. I WANT A FRIKKIN ELEPHANT.
little-murders asked: ohp nice theme... :p
Muffins are basically naked cupcakes, right?
