January132012

Damn, you fancy, huh?

elliebutton:

meet my friend eric…

he was carved from stone…

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December262011
blasianxbri: This won’t ruin your blog. Reblog in honor of our troops. <3 Why do people always put “This wont ruin your blog” as if someone on here believes that reblogging this would taint their blog…… -__________-

blasianxbri:

This won’t ruin your blog. Reblog in honor of our troops. <3

Why do people always put “This wont ruin your blog” as if someone on here believes that reblogging this would taint their blog…… -__________-

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November72011

Jenny Nelson

A: “It’s like you’re looking into my soul!”

J: “That’s because this is my ‘looking into your soul’ face!”

12PM

INTERVIEWER: Can you talk about the first time you met? You obviously have incredible chemistry - was it instant love or has the relationship evolved over the years?
AMY: I was like, I finally found the woman I want to marry.
TINA: And then I had to break it to her that that’s not legal.

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October242011
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Now Now, St. Vincent

I’m not your mother’s favorite dog
I’m not the carpet you walk on
I’m not one small atomic bomb
I’m not anything at all

I’m not the feather at your feet
I’m not your yellow brick street
I’m not anyone you’ll see
I’m not anything

Now, now now, now now, now

You don’t mean that say you’re sorry
You don’t mean that say you’re sorry
You don’t mean that say you’re sorry
You don’t mean that I’ll make you sorry

I’m not the pawn to your king
I’m not your world on a string
I’m not anyone you’ll beat
I’m not anything

Now, now now, now now, now

You don’t mean that say you’re sorry
You don’t mean that say you’re sorry
You don’t mean that say you’re sorry
You don’t mean that I’ll make you sorry

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October222011

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October52011

Hey internet,

I don’t do this often, I don’t often think things are important enough to put into the space of the WORLD wide web, but this is big.

THE BOOK OF MORMON JUST ROCKED MY WORLD.

Seriously, read it.

Well, see it.

But if you can’t see it…read it.

Wow. I am inspired.

4AM

Max

told me I am the aging film star of Sunset Boulevard. He claims that I do not particpate in drama, yet my natural demeanor is dramatic. Though, he re-enacted my conversation with him and Alison (though it was really to myself) and it was seemingly spot on. It went something like….

“You know what’s sad? Is that I would have forgotten no matter what state I was in. Inebriated or not, night or day. My mind is slipping….(*looks away) It worries me….”

So maybe I am a bit dramatic. But everything I say I mean. Furthermore, eveything I do is for myself. So, why I do that I have no clue.

4AM
A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was &#8220;This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?&#8221; The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way: &#8220;Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness. They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia. They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires. Mermaids do not exist. But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish? They would have no sex life and could not bear children. Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad. And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side? Without a doubt, I&#8217;d rather be a whale. At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends. We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn&#8217;t enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies. We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated. Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: &#8220;How amazing am I&#160;?! &#8220; (The girl on the picture is French model Tara Lynn)

A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was “This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?”

The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:

“Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.
They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.
They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.

Mermaids do not exist.

But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?
They would have no sex life and could not bear children.
Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.
And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?

Without a doubt, I’d rather be a whale.

At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.

We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn’t enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.
We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.
Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: “How amazing am I ?! “

(The girl on the picture is French model Tara Lynn)
October42011

Humbled

“I simply cannot believe it. I cannot wrap my tiny, single-track mind around it. I cannot write it. I cannot speak it. I cannot stop thinking about it. I will probably never record it in this journal, but I will use it. In plays, books, stories, I will tell it. Through so many  different eyes, I will tell it. I feel so awful I have chosen to forego feeling at all. I do not understand myself. I am slipping. I cannot bring myself to feel anything but sick. I feel as if my mind is in a constant state of the over-salivation stage that normally takes place in your mouth before vomiting. I do not feel anything. I can think and think and think and it does me no good because my spirit has been suffocated. It is buried deep beneath a sea of shame and it will wait to re-emerge. I am not scared. Something tells me I should be, yet I do not fear the future. I am anxious and nervous, but not afraid. Despite logic, I trust myself. I should not, but I do. I trust. What will become of me? I am so vulnerable. I am at the mercy of the universe and circumstance. I am a leaf on the ocean, being tossed about by waves. I hope they are gentle, I hope they are kind. I deserve nothing. I ask for mercy.”

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