Dreams are for kids.

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Mon, 18 Oct 2010 14:28:02 -0400

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Mon, 18 Oct 2010 14:27:41 -0400

paisley-rose: fauxprose: The U-Socket ($19.95) adds two...

Mon, 18 Oct 2010 14:27:29 -0400

fauxprose: The U-Socket ($19.95) adds two additional USB ports next to your traditional power outlets, providing a charging station for your electronic devices without having to turn your computer on.

paisley-rose: foodwhore: Roasted Garlic Steak Sandwich

Mon, 18 Oct 2010 14:26:39 -0400

paisley-rose:

foodwhore: Roasted Garlic Steak Sandwich

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Mon, 18 Oct 2010 14:25:07 -0400

A teacher just called me a douchebag, and then called me unprofessional...

Wed, 27 May 2009 10:51:44 -0400

WTF?

HAHHAHA. Where’s the chapstick?

Tue, 26 May 2009 23:36:34 -0400

HAHHAHA. Where’s the chapstick?

I made $100 tonight.

Thu, 21 May 2009 23:02:42 -0400

I did the simplest video editing for a woman who speaks about her attempted suicide (a motivational speaker of sorts). I got motivated and paid!

ronniebruce: Nice people. I wish I was as nice as Will.

Thu, 21 May 2009 22:58:00 -0400

ronniebruce:

Nice people.

I wish I was as nice as Will.

(via anastasiarose) Pan’s Labyrinth!! Sort of… =]

Thu, 21 May 2009 11:17:24 -0400

(via anastasiarose)
Pan’s Labyrinth!! Sort of… =]

I concentrate on HW for one freakin night, and my tumblarity drops 6 points (or whatever they're called) !!

Wed, 20 May 2009 21:31:00 -0400

I dislike tumblarity.

ronniebruce: Upside-Down by *RamDam-Project

Wed, 20 May 2009 21:24:12 -0400

ronniebruce:

Upside-Down by *RamDam-Project

weallneedtobeheard: erichalvorsen: Passion Pit - I’ve got Your...

Wed, 20 May 2009 21:02:43 -0400

weallneedtobeheard:

erichalvorsen:

Passion Pit - I’ve got Your Number

While I am home I am going to try and do a song of the day thing. I play music loud when I wake up so I will post whatever I am listening to for the day.

Just got this EP, its delightful

I’ve never known anyone else who actually likes Passion Pit. I’m fond of you, Eric.

daieny: scout: mijamia: The little boy wanted to know “if the...

Wed, 20 May 2009 10:41:32 -0400

daieny:

scout:

mijamia:

The little boy wanted to know “if the President’s haircut felt like his own”

(via The Official White House Photostream)

Enough tumbling for one night.

Tue, 19 May 2009 23:32:59 -0400

Good Night.

HAHHAHHA. Funny Condom Ad.

Tue, 19 May 2009 23:28:55 -0400

HAHHAHHA. Funny Condom Ad.

FINALLY! A layout good enough...

Tue, 19 May 2009 23:17:38 -0400

for now.

helllloimjess: kazzi: hotg0ssip: (via carlovely)

Tue, 19 May 2009 23:11:14 -0400

helllloimjess:

kazzi:

hotg0ssip:

(via carlovely)

Layout: A work in progress

Tue, 19 May 2009 18:28:36 -0400

Mirror by Sylvia Plath

Mon, 18 May 2009 23:51:00 -0400

anastasiarose:

aristobrat:

whitecloth:

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

I absolutely love this poem, and if you do too read this one:

Nothing by Linda Hogan

Nothing sings in our bodies

like breath in a flute.

It dwells in the drum.

I hear it now

that slow beat

like when a voice said to the dark,

let there be light,

let there be ocean

and blue fish

born of nothing

and they were there.

I turn back to bed.

The man there is breathing.

I touch him

with hands already owned by another world

Look, they are desert,

they are rust. They have washed the dead.

They have washed the just born.

They are open.

They offer nothing.

Take it.

Take nothing from me.

There is still a little life

left inside this body,

a little wildness here

and mercy

and it is the emptiness

we love, touch, enter in one another

and try to fill.

AHHH Ms Cunningham would be so proud!