Jenny Slate, from an interview Hozier on twitter Chelsea Hodson, from Tonight I’m Someone Else
Sappho, tr. by Anne Carson
I still like tumblr
The tiny town you built yourself. Most people I followed have long left the platform.
I keep making all my spaces tumblr, then being surprised that I’m giving myself less spaces to publicly be open I have less spaces... to publicly be open. Incredible, right?
I have notes on my phone saved from cell phone to cell phone and lately when I can’t sleep I’ll just scroll around looking at mini shopping lists turning into... so many things I’ve written in the past are breaking my heart now. That’s it.
Every week some long forgotten memory comes up. I like to tell myself: this is early sobriety, your brain is slowly repairing. One week I remember that in middle school visible nipples were called THO - titty hard on. Yesterday while standing in line @ ikea with $60 worth of things I did not need (I came in for a toothbrush holder) I was rewarded with a quick slideshow of every person I’ve ever slapped while in a brown out. A highlight reel of destruction. Last week I remembered that once I shattered a glass in my sink while drunk and angrily washing dishes on my day off in 2013 and I sliced my hand and wrist open and i didn’t immediately go to the ER i looked at it and it wasn’t deep enough to kill me so i wrapped my hand up in paper towels and drove myself there. Breaking the glass wasn’t a new memory. It’s part of my 3 year glass related injury stretch, standing in my kitchen bleeding was new. I was walking into the 7/11 around the corner from my apartment, my hand stretched out to grab the door and I froze, like I froze in 2013 as if I could go back in time and????? 🎶You take the good, you take the bad,you take them both and there you have The facts of life, the facts of life🎶
Green Wheat Field (detail), Vincent Van Gogh, 1890
Dude what? She tied you to the kitchen chair? Broke your throne & cut your hair? From your lips she drew the..? Broooo
what if we reviewed books like makeup
*holds Atlas Shrugged to the camera*
*wags finger*
SBE - stupid bitch energy
FINALLY some representativity
representativity
I got sober or I’m getting sober or I haven’t had a drink in 235 days and it feels like it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done that I just keep doing everyday. So I keep wanting to talk abt it to more than just my sober community but then I freak people out because they’re not sober and talking abt your sobriety makes THEM question THEIR drinking and I just want to say “no? This is as usual 100% abt me”
Stu, let me ask you a question: how did you not realize until then that you had too many eggs? Nobody sells eggs in a big cloth-covered basket, so you must have done that yourself. That means you spent god-knows-how-long opening up twelve whole cartons of eggs, carefully placing each egg one-by-one inside a big basket, and then covering it with a big picnic cloth… and at no point- at no point- did you ever stop and think “gee, there might be TOO MANY FUCKING EGGS HERE”
You really have lost control of your life.
I may have gone overboard with this
a good evolution
Memes have become so heavily context-dependent that they briefly spawned a side-phenomenon of corporations mistakenly assuming that the image combinations are simply random, and that “randomness” is what the new generation finds humorous, and then deliberately creating nonsense ads in a desperate attempt to appeal to the youth, which went on for several years before they finally started hiring younger social media managers.
The Williamsburg apartment of talented designer Michael Allen for Freunde von Freunden, published today: http://www.freundevonfreunden.com/interviews/michael-allen/
(Photos: Brian Ferry)
“I was deeply afraid of being seen as someone who was making too much out of a personal experience that actually wasn’t that hard.”
My therapist: you need to trust yourself
Remember when Jenny Slate said “As the image of myself becomes sharper in my brain and more precious, I feel less afraid that someone else will erase me by denying me love.”