May 2013
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“Meredith was not so secure in her maturity that she did not suffer those periods...”
– Don DeLillo, Americana.
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“…it occurred to me that perhaps in this city the crowd was essential to...”
– Don DeLillo, Americana
last night was interesting. i’m not really sure what it was, but we kissed, and he said it was nice to kiss somebody, and I said it was nice to just kiss somebody. same problem, different angle. never sure how much of a lifespan these things have; we’re both restless with an eye on the horizon, he barely drinks, I make a living out of it, but it’s a fun notion to entertain for a...
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When my parents tell me I can't afford to live in...
londongrumblr:
What I say:
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Thanks to Katherine!
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sometimes it’s as simple as the choices you make. choosing to sit in the kitchen talking and making food rather than aimlessly watching tv, reading instead of constantly hitting refresh. putting the laundry on before it piles up and going for short walks in the sunshine every morning.
that way it doesn’t matter when you wake up hungover on weekend mornings and luxuriate into doing...
Natalie D. Kane - Art and Code →
nataliekane:
Should artists understand the digital technologies they use in their work, should artists code? In a word, Yes.
I lived with this girl at university. she is MAD SMART.
Handwritten Post Day
1: Write your URL in some writing that you thought were super cool when you were younger. Eg, bubble letters, digital clock letters, letters with lots of embellishments, or letters with smiley faces in them.
2: Write a list of all the countries or states you’ve been to. Write a comment on each of them. Or some, if you can’t be bothered.
3: List your top three statistical Tumblr crushes and draw their icons.
4: Draw a selfie.
5: Name three things you like about yourself.
6: Do you like the climate you live in? What do you like about it or what would you change?
7: What is your current mood? Write and/or draw.
8: Can you tie a bow-tie? A regular tie? If yes, how and when did you learn?
9: Pick something from your immediate surroundings and tell the story behind the item.
10: The last time you noticed you’d put a piece of clothing on incorrectly, i.e. backwards/inside out/etc?
11: What is a typical breakfast for you?
12: How do you take your favorite coffee? Eg strong or weak? Black or with cream/milk and/or sugar/sweetener? Filter, espresso, French press or instant? Hot or iced? Regular or decaf? None of the above?
13: Describe your favorite food. Who makes it?
14: List 5 movies that you love.
15: What is a wanky memory from Tumblr that still makes you blush?
16: What brought you to Tumblr?
17: Have you had any real Tumblr crushes? If you want to keep your mystery, answer with a drawing.
18: Do you prefer to text or call your friends?
19: Write an autograph version of your URL.
20: Pick up the nearest printed material in your first language and copy out a random paragraph.
I might do this for a laugh/to try and use my paper journal on the daily.
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“Men never ask what they should call women’s pain, so they call us crazy. They...”
– “What Should We Call Girl Pain?” by Safy Hallan Farah
This is why Safy is the most brilliant writer I know. Read the whole thing. She just nails it.
(via britticisms)
“Most of the writers I know are weird hybrids. There’s a strong streak of...”
– David Foster Wallace (via beautyisanillusion)
I know a few where it depends how much beer you get down ‘em, but yeah pretty much.
“Eleanor was very fond of ice cream. she told the man, when he called, that he...”
– Eleanor, from The Middle Stories by Sheila Heti.
I am getting back into the mindset of not worrying so much about my own shit. I was irritable yesterday, but given the way I was spoken to, I think I had a right to be.
but there’s always something to put it into context, and last night that was seeing pepi at the bus stop again. we sat down together and she told me about the emails she’d got that day at the library. pulled the...
woke up, bolt awake at 3am or thereabouts, from a literally fucking horrendous dream where I was literally hairs-breadth type fleeing a terrifying sexual assailant, and stumbling on a group of close friends, they thought I was joking even as he dragged me struggling from the room. I wonder what that says about the anxieties I have about this particular group of friends. i’m pretty sure I...
so there’s something about the idea of going away and coming back that has fascinated me since I started living away from Northampton. I sat on the train Saturday night, smiling fit to burst, trying to read my book and not focusing at all, thinking about going back to my family after a successful shift. thinking about trees and fields and sunshine and old friends.
got there to see that she...
there are a lot of things I regret from last night but none of them are what you would expect. they’re things that other people wouldn’t know matter, like being £2.60 off my sales target and being fucked off despite taking a third of the goddamn money for the night on my own, and not telling the person who told me my words were hilarious when I was happy to take a fucking running jump...
Cosmo Tip #455
menluda:
When he asks if you’re in the mood, look him straight in the eye for a moment and then say “Bitch, I might be.”
“Places make the best lovers. You can trust a place more than you can trust a...”
– Peter Rees, a city planning officer quoted in Craig Taylor’s Londoners (via distantheartbeats)
sat on the doorstep this morning, green smoothie and cigarette (yeah, fuck off, alright?) in my hand, some man stops and asks me if i’m enjoying the sunshine, and is puzzled by my hesitant, ‘i’m trying to’. doesn’t seem to understand that sometimes these things take effort. but I feel reptilian at the moment. my friend jake, yesterday, said to me that the change of...
