January 2010
pre bake sale depression
ive been awake since 630 ive been baking forever im exhausted i want to sleep in my bed with my cat and a friend and buffy and eat these lemon bars fuck haiti timm made donuts and they have sprinkles and i still have to make bread and oh my godddddddd tomorrow
Melody Maker, 1985
Lesley O'Toole: Do you regret anything you said?
Morrissey: No! I'll say it now and I'll say it louder and I'll say it any time you want me to say it.
i just realized the acronym for the charity i am using for the Haiti bake sale is DRI.
YES.
the man who was thursday
“I? What am I?” roared the President, and he rose slowly to an incredible height, like some enormous wave about to arch above them and break. ”You want to know what i am, do you? Bull, you are a man of science. Grub in the roots of those trees and find out the truth about them. Syme, you are a poet. Stare at those morning clouds, and tell me or anyone the truth about morning...
“Those of us who remain captive in our small teenage worlds tend to transfer our longings (loneliness, desire, beauty friendship, sex) onto our hometowns, hanging them from the trees we grew up near and the houses of the first people on whom we had crushes, like Christmas ornaments, where they remain, powerful and sad, whenever we go back home” Devin Friedman
ive been very confused as of late. i keep thinking about this earthquake and my life and the lives of everyone around me and it just does not compute.
book binding is deceptively simple.
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