Describe yourself in two words: NEW YORK.
I hardly know this kid. He’s good though. His voice changes with every frickin poem. It’s crazy.
Sometimes I don’t understand so much that I can’t even ask questions because I don’t even understand what it is that I don’t understand.
I only want to live in peace and plant potatoes and dream.– Tove Jansson
Iran bans the mullet in an attempt to curb western... →
Nine of the Most Amazing Bookstores in the World →
and one is two blocks away from my place! wordpainting: leavemethismess: (via onhershelf) Nice!
Terrible Perfume Scents. →
Researching perfume for work. Here’s what I came across.
well it takes one to know one, kid. i think you got it bad.
some of my favorite people are coming into the city tonight. some of whom i have known since i cried every single day of first grade. i’m so excited.
Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there. there’s a bluebird in my heart...
THERE'S SO MUCH I WANT TO READ I'M GETTING REALLY... →
Lost Kafka Works Found! →
Why experimental fiction threatens to destroy... →
wordpainting: Ben Marcus [author of this article] defends experimental fiction against critics, Jonathan Franzen in particular, who disparage it. If not the best novelist of his generation, then certainly the most anxious—eager for fame, but hostile to the people who confer it—Jonathan Franzen has excelled most conspicuously at worrying about literature’s potential for mass entertainment. It’s a...
to get bangs or not to get bangs?
that is the question.
I Am Curious
I DIDN’T GO TO SCHOOL FOR THIS.
i just fucking love the last line! →
"Howl" by Allen Ginsberg →
In celebration of my discovery last night.
10 Strangest Trees on Earth →
I’ll take this as a sign for everything I was talking about yesterday.
CEO (Cheif Email Operator).
I write a lot of emails. These emails are so unlike the way I write. I write them without caps-lock. These emails contain phrases such as “fill in some of the blanks” and “does this timeslot work for you”. Sometimes, “How are you?” and “let’s connect”. It’s all very official. I also say “Thank you” at the end of every...
living well is the best revenge?
So I’m wearing the shirt you gave me. I like it. I don’t love it, but I like it. I probably wouldn’t have bought it for myself, but I like it enough to wear it. It has a peacock feather print and it’s seventy percent polyester and sometimes it moves and you can see one of my bra straps. It’s a bloody fucking t-shirt. It’s the t-shirt that you didn’t...
What Do Women Want?
I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what’s underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old donuts in their cafe, past the Guerra...
Finished Then We Came to the End, by Joshua Ferris yesterday. This was my first rendezvous with Ferris. A friend of mine gave me the book, said it was a must read, especially with my new office involvement. I must say, I did not expect to laugh so much. I don’t read many here-and-now, contemporary American novels. This was a nice, light break from my usual agenda. Picture the...
Probably gunna regret making this thing. I’m already posting a million times to try to cover up previous posts. I just kinda dove right in here. I have commitment issues.