December 2011
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...”
– Neil Gaiman (via fuckyeahhappy)
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Things I have accomplished over this Winter Break...
Finished college apps [throws confetti]
Read/helped edit ALL the college essays (for friends)
Finished Skins (!!!)
Finished this season of Misfits (!!!!)
Went to the dentist (it was gross. I had this vicious assistant who was super vicious for flossing and I swear to god he bruised my gums when he did it)
Pomona interview which went really meh :-/
Read the Collected Works of Frank...
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Since I joined tumblr;
desordenordenado:
wowfunniestposts:
I’ve became
More of a pervert
More emotional
More hungry
More sexually frustrated
I regret nothing.
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Sho is turning 30 in less than a month!!!
fuzzydandelions:
alliavankayesler:
haruhi7:
hazelarashi:
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jharashi:
Don’t worry Sho, you’re still a baby just like Ridaa ^__^
EVERYBODY IN ARASHI HAS BEEN DRINKING NINO’S FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH GEDDEMNIT
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today has been lovely.
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definitely just lost some followers b/c of the poetry spam. awesome.
anyway - christmas afternoon w/ tumblr and frank o’hara? lovely and perfect.
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You Are Gorgeous And I'm Coming
by Frank O’Hara
Vaguely I hear the purple roar of the torn-down Third Avenue El it sways slightly but firmly like a hand or a golden-downed thigh normally I don’t think of sounds as colored unless I’m feeling corrupt concrete Rimbaud obscurity of emotion which is simple and very definite even lasting, yes it may be that dark and purifying wave, the death of boredom nearing the...
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Poem (to Franz Kline)
by Frank O’Hara
I will always love you though I never loved you
a boy smelling faintly of heather staring up at your window
the passion that enlightens and stills and cultivates, gone
while I sought your face to be familiar in the blueness
or to follow your sharp whistle around a corner into my light
that was love growing fainter each time you failed to appear
I spent my whole self...
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Nocturne
by Frank O’Hara
There’s nothing worse than feeling bad and not being able to tell you. Not because you’d kill me or it would kill you, or we don’t love each other. It’s space. The sky is grey and clear, with pink and blue shadows under each cloud. A tiny airliner drops its specks over the UN Building. My eyes, like millions of glassy squares, merely reflect....
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Gonna spend tonight alone in my room enjoying my fuzzy socks, browsing Tumblr, watching Zombieland, and wrapping up a couple of gifts to surreptitiously place outside of my family members’ bedrooms while they sleep tonight (we don’t have a tree, okay?). It’ll be quite lovely.
I love that both Aiba Masaki and Louis Tomlinson celebrate were born on the 24th. What better day for...
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I googled Kate Nash’s “The Nicest Thing” and clicked through some links. Was reading through comments and started to cry.
“Sometimes you get tired of loving, and just want to be loved instead,” it said.
I feel like a mess.
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crystalwaltz:
Kate Nash - The Nicest Thing
All...
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Watchvidalajuicee:
highhlife:
jhgvbzsdklvnsdovuzgsd LMAO
“DO YOU THINK THIS IS ENOUGH TO MAKE ALL DA CHRISTMAS CAKES I WAS GONNA MAKE? NO! NO”
again.
supersonicsketch asked: Did you know that Antonia and Iwan are leaving Misfits??!!?!? I don't even know what to do.... I am just freaking out!
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Let It Go
by e.e. cummings
let it go - the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked length wise - let it go it was sworn to go let them go - the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and neithers - you must let them go they were born to go let all go - the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things - let all go dear so comes love
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McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: A Post Gender...
by Jesse Eisenberg
Hey, how’s it going? Mind if I sidle up? I saw you over here sitting alone and I thought, that’s fine. A woman should be able to self-sustain. In fact a lot of women are choosing to stay alone, what with advances in salary equitability and maternity extensions, and I think it’s an important and compelling trend. I noticed that you were about to finish your drink and I was...
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Things I have consumed in the past 20 minutes
hot chocolate float (with a spoonful of instant coffee to add a kick…. woohoo!)
OJ mixed with 7-up
1.5 bowls of Terra Red Bliss chips
a bowl of shrimp chips
a pack of Gushers
a piece of Chinese candy (idk what it actually is… it’s peanuty and stuff.)
Dear lord, what would happen if I smoked weed?
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Feeling super at ease, the most I’ve been in weeks. Sweet.
Although really I think it just has to do with this warm bed and Tumblr. Winter nights tend to do that, huh?
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I feel like reading Crime and Punishment is starting to get to me. I’m starting to actually identify with Raskolnikov, despite the fact that murdering anybody is absolutely, completely, 100% morally reprehensible. It’s like how I felt after Patrick Bateman-ing it up after American Psycho all over again!
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To Double Lock
by Pierre Reverdy
I am so far from the voices From the festival’s distant murmur The foaming mill wheel turns back The sob of spring water ceases The hour has painfully glided Over the moon’s great beaches And in the cramped warm spaces without a crevice I sleep head upon elbow In the calm desert within the lamp’s circle Terrible time inhuman time Hunted along muddy sidewalks Far from...
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A Heart Divided
by Pierre Reverdy
He so spares himself He so fears the coverings The sky’s blue coverlet And pillows of cloud He is ill-clothed by his faith He is so afraid of steps that go awry And streets chipped in the ice He is too tiny for winter He so fears the cold He is transparent in his mirror He is so hazy he loses himself Time rolls him under its waves At moments his blood flows the wrong...
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September 14, 1959 (Moon) - Frank O'Hara
sonofapritch:
Serenity lopes along like exhaustion only windier and silver-eyed where fragments of distress in hunks lay like the plaster in the bedroom when the bed fell down, greenly murmuring a phrase from the Jacksonville Chamber of Commerce of the Pacific yes no, yes no, yes, yes, yes an agate breeze pours through the gate of reddish hair there is a summer of silence and inquiry waiting...
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so that happened.
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