February 2012
28 posts
momgenes:
The sound of peeling congealed oatmeal from the bottom of a tupperware container with a metal spoon
every time I organize the self-help books at work I get a little depressed
pretending that I possessed some sort of rare skillset that activated from within me a kind of incomprehensible charisma that would make people want to pay hundreds of thousands of dollars for three to five seconds of life-altering, uninterrupted eye contact with me.
KARIM KAZEMI
I used to believe that everything experienced by everyone in the world was somehow equivalent, was somehow shared, and that no one person could ever feel happier in their life than another, and that when I felt a quantifiable amount of sadness or loneliness, that everybody in the world would somehow experience that same amount of sadness or loneliness, but in a different form and at a different...
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anyone want to write for a newspaper
progressive politics / social issues
the staff is a mix of professional and amateur writers
anything somewhat more refined than a tumblr post considered
ask me about it
Hi everyone who is coming to my apartment this evening, feel free to sit on our lovely furniture. There’s a box of books over there and a turntable and some records over there
Oh, and no chairs
if New York is the Big Apple then New Haven is the little crabapple
svartdod:
I like rolling around and rubbing on men and furniture
my cat does this
if I could fly I’d probably spend a week being awesome first but then I’d go visit all my friends
we should have a tumblr weed/sadness convention
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everything is a form of meditation even crossing the street or brushing your teeth
literariboner
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Q: What did you want to be when you were ten?
A: Richard Nixon's assassin.
y’ever accidentally amplify a vibrating cell phone with a microphone through the entire auditorium at Yale Law School mid-panel discussion
a game of revelation
to construct identity
or hide the fact
that I don’t know
what it is
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playing a show soon
got stoned and bought cat food at the grocery store with my mom
not a bad day
this room full of people is held hostage by someone crying right now, thanks
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THE BASEMENT OF MY NEW APARTMENT IS HUGE. WANT TO...
running while you have to poop is like the movie Speed: if you slow down, you explode
January 2012
44 posts
I’m in Manhattan
I’ll go explore
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there’s wireless in this courthouse
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so I just listened to a guy tell me a story about the time he got really drunk and fell off the New Haven Coliseum, landed on Ozzy Osbourne’s tour bus and ended up in the hospital for eleven years
hm
so dumpster diving at Trader Joe’s and Odwalla means I live on granola and juice and bruised produce
thankfully I live in a refrigerator
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about to facilitate a drum circle with thirty kids
here goes
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fuchikoma:
Being smart on Tumblr is like a chore
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angelbyshaggy:
i feel deliciously invisible in public
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boyonherbikee:
Jess Fuck-Up Bachinski
yup.
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My whole life is an oops
whatimthinkinbout:
I keep taking care of the people I shouldn’t and negate to take care of myself and the people I should.
okay look I’ve got arms for hugging and movies for watching and bikes for riding and herbs for smoking and friends (you) for cheering up, let’s go
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I’m not very good at introducing people
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Trees can speak. They just choose not to.