May 2012
i want to drink and listen to joy division or smoke and listen to pavement
mostly i want to not be sick and be done with my fucking essays
April 2012
“Lady, I will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you...”
– e.e. cummings (via arbiter-bibendi)
"Don't You Know Who I Am?: The Grotesque in...
“Don’t You Know Who I Am?: The Grotesque in Oates’s ‘Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?’” by Joyce M. Wegs
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Joyce Carol Oates’s ability to absorb and then to transmit in her fiction the terror which is often a part of living in America today has been frequently noted and admired. For instance, Walter Sullivan praises her skill by noting...
About games
It seems to me that the final expression of any game always ends up being about the rules of the system/how to use them to the utmost, rather than about the actual goal.
Videogames.
Videogames have many examples of this type of conduct. People run the system, rather than necessarily outshooting/outfighting someone in a game. If you look at tournament level play, games like Super Smash Bros...
Typewriter Daily: 365 Days: 20 Great Things About... →
sonofapritch:
At first I was offended by this, because none of it is true, but then I wondered if all the other writers are hanging out with cool people, going to cool things, and capable of dealing with their emotions in nuanced ways and I’m just missing out sitting in my pajamas grading papers and eating this pizza.
ARE YOU HOLDING OUT ON ME, FELLOW WRITERS
We are of one mind.
because why not.
When I’m in class, and the professor’s words
trickle over me
there is something that takes hold of my skull and drops down, then claws up my spine. I can index its journeys past my body’s various landmarks.
Seventh Cervical Vertebrate.
Cerebellum.
Thalamus.
There it explodes. My drawings start slurring out of control. Graceful bodies bulge out into insect skulls with engorged faces...
jacobvanloon:
There came a time, however, when death ceased to be the enforcer of finitude and began to look, instead, like the last opportunity for radical transformation, the only plausible portal to the infinite. But to be seen as the finite carcass in a sea of blood and bone chips and gray matter—to inflict that version of himself on other people—was a violation of privacy so profound it...
Feeling her writhe beneath me was fucking wild. Placing my lips, then teeth on her, and feeling her torso arch up at me in pleasure and pain…
Being bitten by her, and sharing in that sensation. My body going a little weak and my heart pounding as I drew her nearer to me.
And now, having these marks on me, glorious and bruised across my neck. Little indexical ellipses of burst blood vessels...
Ding an Pritch: Writing advice from someone who is... →
thenatureofdaylight:
I am sorry for those who are offended by this, but it must be said:
Poetry should not be written like prose.
A poem should be a poem for a reason, which means it must be a reason that cannot be channeled through prose.
A poem should be structured in a way that it…
Shit I need to fucking learn
“WHATEVER EVERYTHING WAS WHISKEY AND NOTHING HURT”
– Colin, on hanging out with me
Seriously, though, I’m curious about criticism. Even about my persona or tone on the internet.
Anonymous asked: I want to take you on a roller coaster. More exciting?
Anonymous asked: I like how you're hot and feisty.
Anonymous asked: I like that you're very calm and pretty chill about stuff.
Go on Anonymous and tell me one thing you've been...
Or better yet, tell me a couple of things you hate about me
colossalpillarofwaspeggs:
the degree of ‘discourse’ on this site is absolutely pathetic
if you’re going to make weaksauce emotional appeals with a bit of misguided halfassed virtue ethics mixed in and maybe a dash of new-age garbage, you could at least try to dress it up as something besides the malformed abortion of a middle school student whose entire politics come from tumblr and watching...
Fuckin finally home
I mean, I knew there was a feeling, but didn’t realize that a girl’s heartbeat was -just so-
It’s been a little while.
And of course, I fuck up like this. Ehhhh.
It was also so wonderful, though. I’d probably forgotten what it feels like to make a connection like that. And for it to be so simple, so natural.
She is so kind to me and I’m so fortunate, but I also can’t help but think that I’m a fucking loser and have so little to offer- and moreover, that I’m just as fucked up as anything. I’m not sure I can be what I should be.
I am fantastically fortunate. Fucking crazy, man.
Anonymous asked: would you rather have one dick in your ass for all of eternity or a thousand dicks in your ass for one hour?
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benmullen:
so, for a really long time neutral milk hotel has been a favorite band of mine. i didn’t think i’d ever be able to see them play. but, tonight, i saw him play at the crystal ballroom in portland. i’d been looking forward to it for a really long time, so, tonight, when my friend molly and i went,…
Interesting. At coachella, I was completely surprised by how much quieter his...
“As long as race is something only applied to non-white peoples, as long as white...”
– Richard Dyer, The Matter of Whiteness
damn brilliant way of looking at things
“Identity is far deeper than any of these labels and habits. We are not what we...”
– The War Against Silence
I really hope this is true.
(via katherinestasaph)
When TWAS was on it was just unbelievably good. One of the best things to happen to music writing in the last 15 years.
(via markrichardson)
JOKE
velveetabloodfucker:
Q: WHAT DO WOMEN HAVE IN COMMON WITH CONDOMS???
A: MUCH MORE STRENGTH AND FLEXIBILITY THAN MEN GIVE THEM CREDIT FOR AND A TENDENCY TO SNAP WHEN THEY’RE TREATED LIKE SHIT
im trying to see how far into traditionally misogynistic joke structures i can go and still give them feminist inversions
mogadishu replied to your post: An honest assessment of where I am.
what’s a “real” writer or artist? what makes them real other then the fact that they’re doing it? it’s not that you can’t do it tang, but the fact that you don’t think you can certainly doesn’t help.
I feel like many people out there (or at least the ones worth looking at) do creative things because they -need- to.
Because...
How about socially, then?
Friends: I’m not sure precisely. Lia and her crew seem like just my style, but I do really have trouble meeting people and maintaining relationships. I’m also not entirely certain how my relations are/were with the people I so love, and do really spend so much of my time alone, which may or may not be healthy.
Romance: Nope. I’m bad at flirting,...
An honest assessment of where I am.
Insofar as I am capable.
School: I am directionless and not even paying attention or planning out time in ways that I should, seeing as how this semester I have not done half so much work as I should. I don’t know what classes I need or what I am going to do.
Work: Similarly vacuous, and unlikely ever to produce a career worth having. No offense to others who might have jobs there or similar...
He sat in front of the grilled cheese, regarded it suspiciously for a moment, and finally decided to take a bite. Marvelous.
It was high noon out at the beach, and he felt a little out of place. Probably should’ve brought his phone, or a laptop or something. His eyes blinked once, twice, as if to recoil from the sunlight. Was it really so painfully bright? The sky so expansive, the...
