February 2012
23 posts
the theatre flooded.
Calamity (Sarah) Jane: Discoveries Made Today →
thesecretlibrary:
1) Watching the first episode of the first season of Castle will cure pretty much anything.
2) Finding a place to get a hair cut in what should be a metropolitan city is not as easy as it would seem.
3) Virginia Woolf cannot be just classified as writing in “stream of consciousness”. There goes…
Girl, your entries have been superb lately. Keep writing!
cats are for positive thinking
let me tell you what i dream about. and sometimes in black and white. and sometimes in shut and close. and sometimes while the television is on i can still feel my fingertips and my eyes flutter but i cannot move the muscles that work to put me on that
green line
in the mornings i wake up with a thickness on my lids. someone struggles with a mop on the tube box set. i consider purchasing that...
wendy.
Watchmusic cred: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWmHZwqUOkQ
i will not answer questions.
i will just puke.
Today. Two cups of coffee. Ten cups of water. Today. I am sorry, but I don’t give a fuck. I don’t care about what anyone has to say or the dumb emoticons or “checking in”. I’m angry. And this apartment is small. And you don’t have to worry your pretty little head. Oh and I guess I did eat. A cheese stick. Yesterday. Puking cheese stick up is just too graphic to...
i’m not sorry.
my heart hurts. my heart hurts. guys, i wish i could have a friend. right next to me. it hurts so badly.
ZOMG →
I feel so terrible. Like I’ve come to understand that I’m an awful person.
I’m stuck in a perpetual recess. The same girl who went down the same slide over and over. That overweight, uniformed, ponytailed son of a bitch who let them rag on her for not being allowed to see Titanic. Decided that if she couldn’t stop them from making fun of her for being fat, she’d...
“She had stayed a virgin so she wouldn’t be called a tramp or a slut; had married...”
– Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe (via anuraglahiri)
January 2012
22 posts
This is what I gathered from my first day of classes: Stereotypes exist for a reason.
Dear Starbucks,
I won’t knock your atmosphere or your coffee - you’ve sold me on both of those points. However, I can’t quite figure out the music you’ve got playing right now. I feel like I’ve been stuck in an elevator at the Double Tree for an hour.
That’s all,
Kendra
Resolutions are for bitches, but them bitches might be right about something. Here’s a few.
Rez1:
I will absolutely stop being lazy about punctuation and grammar and the like. This is not to say I won’t reduce myself to the run-on sentence, or the occasional spoof on the English language, but that I will at least make an effort. I’m not going to sacrifice my narrative for the...
http://www.unique-vintage.com/rockabilly-girl-bernie-dextersailors-sweetheart-cotton-polka-swing-dress-p-10717.html
i’m going to be a brat and tell my mom i’m ugly so that maybe i can talk her into helping me buy this. just kidding. that’s fucking stupid.
tonight, i have been stupid. i’ve chain smoked and bitched and made nonsense. i’m not tired. but i’m never tired. even when i sleep.
Here’s this: I am drunk. Drunk. Drink, drank, drunk. Fortunately, autocorrect is on my side. For once. There’s this one mouse and it’s in my kitchen and I’m pretty sure I just heard it knock over most of the dishes I had drying in my dish rack. I beat the shit out of it with my swiffer once. Accidentally knocked it into the spokes of my back bicycle wheel. I could’ve...
What is it with girls following their boyfriends everywhere and in every sense? I follow my boyfriend to the shit convenience store near my apartment. Sort out your priorities.
bounce back with bagels and coffee, black.
December 2011
22 posts
spent the night on the Vegas strip with a great friend. tequila sunrises at the Paris hotel. dueling pianos. american spirits. cooler ranch Doritos and snickers and caps in places and not in others. a full yard of margaritA and hotel room acrobatics. swanky plastic water cups from forbidden conference rooms. Versailles, but not. mummum winning hundreds at poker and three am feeling like neon and...
I can't edit this. On iPhone. Blorg.
I don’t think we’re related. I’ve done enough to warrant her to get upset with me fast over super juvenile things, but the venom she spits isn’t something I’m used to. I dislike the distribution of blame, though she often claims she isn’t pointing fingers to begin with. I’ve had enough trouble conquering my own panic disorder and coming to terms with the...
I’ll take being over-emotional and sensitive. I’ll take strength through tears and misunderstanding. I’ll take it all over being a frigid bitch.
