June 2010
0 posts
May 2010
23 posts
“Obama is not a brown-skinned, anti-war socialist who gives away free healthcare....”
– John Fugelsang
“Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur....”
– Le Petit Prince
soneto lxvi
no te quiero sino porque te quiero y de quererte a no quererte llego y de esperarte cuando no te espero pasa mi corazón del frío al fuego. te quiero sólo porque a ti te quiero, te odio sin fin, y odiándote te ruego, y la medida de mi amor viajero es no verte y amarte como un ciego.
- neruda
“Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today.”
– James Dean (Submitted by rebby) (via quote-book)
“I. I walk down the street.
There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk.
...”
– Autobiography in Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson (via omgmarieeve)
Budget-Friendly Chef →
Interesting site — inexpensive, yummy, vegetarian recipes/food options.
“True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used...”
– Nietzsche
scenes from my hood: in which i am 29 and have... →
i deserve a partner who thinks i hung the moon.
i deserve to think my partner is incorrect, since he is actually the one who hung the moon.
i deserve to be with someone who wants to hold my hand as often as possible.
i deserve to be with someone who will take out the trash because it is my…
April 2010
1 post
America, We're #1... →
November 2008
2 posts
i never thought one night could change the rest of...
The polls open in 3.5 hours and I can’t sleep x_x
On repeat: Shareefa - My Life and Lil Flip - Letter To Obama.
astrological, anatomical, in the name of art
Every window in Alcatraz has a view of San Francisco. — Girl, Interrupted
October 2008
3 posts
9.8 m/s^2
i’ve grown tired of gravity.
joli cosmonaute notre lit spacial se meut sans faire escale de tous les astres aux nôtres amoureux désirés aux corps inséparables célestes, désirables déchirés, possédés flottent au gré houleux d’espaces fabuleux lointains et radieux infinis, hasardeux
sais-tu au moins qu'tu m'as fait croire...?
It’s been a year.
What now?
“Depuis quec’qu’ s’maines j’dors pu’ d’mes...”
– Les Cowboys Fringants, Ces Temps-Ci
August 2008
1 post
stacks on deck, patron on ice
it’s kind of amazing how history repeats itself. i am so through with the bullshit games. sorry, you messed up one too many times, and i’m not playing around any more. find some other girl to do that. oh, wait, you already have one. k bye.
this weekend was pretty much the most intense thing ever. drama drama drama. and amazing highs, but not nearly worth the lows. i don’t get...
July 2008
12 posts
“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you,...”
– Richard Siken, Crush
One of the strangest highs: the dull ache you feel the next day after walking five miles and running up and down a flight of stairs all night.
es que me vuelves loco
so. i cleaned out my room entirely today.
i have a bunch of fall/winter clothes that i haven’t seen in awhile and for some reason, seeing them again hit me really hard.
the alice in wonderland outfit i wore to my kind of 19th birthday party, which lasted three days. aasa and the coincidental afterparty with jesus and final friday and fantasy and everything.
the grey and white striped...
beautiful boy
I finished reading Beautiful Boy tonight (and yes, for those of you keeping track, I did read the entire book whilst at Borders/B&N ;p).
I’ve read a lot of memoirs about addiction. A Piece of Cake is one of my absolute favourites; Smashed and Blackout Girl are good too. And Party Monster (though the primary focus isn’t addiction) is easily amongst my top books/movies. I’ve...
you got me lifted, shifted, higher than the...
“This is Sammy Davis Jr. Jr… She is Grandfather’s Seeing Eye bitch. Father purchased her for him not because he believes Grandfather is blind, but because a Seeing Eye bitch is also a good thing for people who pine for the negative of loneliness. In truth, Father did not purchase her at all, but merely retrieved her from the home for forgetful dogs. Because of this, she is not a...
and you loved things just because
A gram of caffeine in an hour is not a good idea.
That’s 30 cans of Coke. Or 12.5 Red Bulls.
Or mistakenly assuming that a doubleshot of espresso will contain 2 shots… not 5. And drinking two of those. Plus Excedrin.
Just FYI ;p
in this entry i will quote lil wayne approximately...
I’m not a big fan of censorship in general. If you’re offended by something, change the channel or turn it off. Same goes for people with kids — be a parent and pay attention. It’s common sense.
I basically only started listening to the radio a couple weeks ago when my iPod got stolen. Up until then, I’ve always listened to uncensored versions of everything, so I...
major lulz.
yeah, i listen to spanish music (and yes, i understand it).
and no, i’m not ghostly white pale.
however, getting called a spic by some idiot who can’t drive was majorly lulzworthy.
sweden is just slightly north of mexico, sorry.
it feels so wrong that it must be right
you know, normally i’d be beyond annoyed if i woke up to 13 missed calls from the same person. like, seriously, leave me alone, i’m trying to sleep. i’m pretty sure in most circumstances if i’d noticed that, i’d’ve thrown my phone at the wall.
but this time it’s different. it made my morning waking up to that.
i know all the vague lovey dovey entries...
some things just can't wait.
it’s that late night phone call that you weren’t expecting.
and you know you should sleep. work in the morning, and all.
but her voice sends you over the edge and you find yourself across town at 2 in the morning. because you can’t help it.
that’s why.
sometimes, despite everything being wrong,
it’s right.
and i’m not sure why i’m happy but i am.
no lo comprendo.
pero te extraño tanto.
y siempre te esperaré.
June 2008
4 posts
please slow down hurricane
it’s kind of like an allergic reaction.
there’s something wrong. and so you medicate. and perhaps superficially the symptoms disappear… only to be replaced by a whole menagerie of nasty side effects worse than the original condition.
and then it’s too late. the damage is done. no turning back?
i read this really interesting book yesterday, mexican high. it was a light...
“There are two kinds of love, mija. In the safe kind, you look for someone who is...”
– Vanishing Acts, Jodi Picoult
“As she rubs Louis’s back, Clarissa thinks, Take me with you. I want a...”
– The Hours, Michael Cunningham
ten cuidado con el fuego
i don’t learn.
May 2008
2 posts
yo no voy a llorar hoy por tí
No solo de pan vive el hombre Y no de excusas vivo yo. … for real this time?
don't get it twisted
The past six months I’ve really come to understand the inherent omnipresence of contrast and conjunction. Nothing that’s glamorous is pristine under the surface. Glamour and success are always in some way fueled by equal amounts of shady, deceptive practices. I don’t think I truly understood this until this past weekend. Logically, sure. But for some reason it clicks more when...
February 2008
3 posts
then we forgot what plants are altogether
February is a mess and I’m done with it. Things that have gone wrong: hospitalized family members getting my purse and everything stolen running into a cop car (going the wrong way on a one way street whilst driving without a license…) random interpersonal crap being sick this entire past weekend in general (which can be summarized most succinctly by “estoy borracha… yeah...
when it all falls down...
howtf is this happening again? yeah, so i have no money. no id. i can’t park within half a mile of my house and walking home at 5am in the freezing rain is already old. i feel like i’m on the run. i really hope she’s enjoying her wig and new clothes compliments of my visa.