February 2011
70 posts
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-1-30) →
Deerhunter (7)
My Bloody Valentine (6)
Twin Shadow (5)
No Age (5)
Atlas Sound (4)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
January 2011
101 posts
WatchI’ve been creepin’ since the day I was born.
Nothing's Black And White
I just had an interesting discussion with my friend about hypocrisy and knowing right from wrong and all of that. Just know that there’s good and evil in all of us and nothing’s ever what it seems. It’s hard to excuse the faults in others, sometimes. I wish I could talk more on the subject but I have to meet up with someone at the moment. Perhaps I’ll write more about it...
“We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t...”
– John Waters (via yeahwriters)
these pages will be recycled: Photos. Photos are... →
recycledpages:
Photos. Photos are not like words. Words are alive. They speak to you. They are always now. Though they were written in the past, even in the long long ago, they are still alive when you read them. Words never die. So long as men can breathe and eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives…
I met a new boy a little over a week ago.
He doesn’t enjoy reading. He didn’t know who Hans Christian Andersen was. Is this a deal breaker? I’m too pessimistic about my prospects with men to care.
Unfinished Sentence
Is that feeling you get when you’re writing a piece and you think you could do a better job but you don’t want to go into overkill with superfluous adjectives and showy metaphors so you leave it unfinished
Watercoloring
I haven’t done this in a while, I’m a bit rusty.
I used to be a poet
Now I just scribble silly bits of prose and toss around ideas for a novel that I’ve been too lazy to put to paper.
I’m going to dig through my old shit and find the first poem I wrote for my creative writing class in high school for you kiddies. I was quite proud of it at the time.
blueskybluesky replied to your photo:Day 1 of Handwriting Challenge, a challenge that…
cyntlia?
That’s it: Handwriting challenge cancelled! Now everyone knows I write like a chimpanzee.
I love wearing new bras.
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At This Rate, It Will Be
“This is my husband - ”
“Common law.”
“He always does that. He didn’t ask me to be his wife, but he didn’t ask me not to either.”
That’s gonna be me in ten years.
What makes him so different? What is it about him that makes me want to give him all of myself and all of my life and completely let go, though I know it’s all wrong? Is it even him? Or maybe it’s me, or something in the water. Is it the times we’re living in? What it is that makes my heart cling to him and write so much terrible poetry and destroy so many wonderful things for...
“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever...”
– J.D. Salinger (via loveyourchaos)
“Fall asleep with me
and we can dream together
of the life we’ll live.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
“I find it so much easier to be creatively free at night. Daytime is for...”
– Mark Ryden (via thechocolatebrigade)
“You don’t. It doesn’t work. One day, you wake up, and you’ve learned how to...”
– –Sandra Bullock, when asked how one mends a broken heart. (via itookadeepbreath)
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-1-16) →
Keston Cobblers’ Club (3)
Johnny Powell (3)
Adelaide’s Cape (2)
Southern Ghosts (2)
Jimmy Dorsey (2)
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Changes.
Why do I always feel emptier after you leave? Every detail from the way I pulled my hair back to the beads of sweat above your lip - all of it seemed destined to end this way. My frustration stemmed from the fact that it had to end at all. But it had to, if it existed at all - it was impermeable like everything else, and that was my problem, that simple concept that I couldn’t -...
Personal Update
I had a high fever for the past few days and so yeah, I haven’t been on the computer. Yesterday, I went to the hospital. I had strep throat and dehydration, but I’m almost 100% better now. So in any case, this dry spell on my writing will clear up soon! :)
My Life's A Mess
I’m sorry I haven’t been blogging lately. I haven’t even been on Tumblr the past week or so.
What’s that? No one cares? Oh all right, carry on then.
“As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
– Pablo Neruda (via heartshaped-locket)
“You are a book I want to read, every movement, every reaction I want to...”
– Chris (via themusician)
Wow. That’s all I can say.
(via theelegantescape)
“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via contrive)
Guy: Selma Blair is my dream girl. I'd kill your baby's kitten for a girl that looked like that.
Me: I'd do anything for Paul Rudd.
Guy: I'd drug and marry Selma Blair and get her pregnant just so she can't leave me.
Me: I'd break Paul Rudd's legs so he has no choice but to let me coddle him like a baby.
Guy: I would crawl on broken knees for Blair.
Me: Oh yeah? Well I'd walk barefoot through 20 miles of broken glass for Paul Rudd.
Guy: I'd eat 20 miles of broken glass and then jump into a pool full of sharks just to see Blair in person.
Me: I'd cut off all my toes, by myself without anesthesia, and sprinkle salt in the open wounds just for a signed photo of Rudd.
Guy: I like your style.
jamesberkowitz replied to your post:jamesberkowitz replied to your post: I Don’t…
Cool! I just posted live footage from the Venice Art Crawl. This is a great event happening once per month in Venice at different business establishments, studios, and restaurants. It’s growing quick!
No way - my friend invited me to go with her and a few others to Venice today but I declined (because I...
“Then I said something. I said, Suppose, just suppose, nothing had ever happened....”
– Raymond Carver (via contrive)
jamesberkowitz replied to your post: I Don’t Usually Do This But Uh
What part of southern California? Did you get outside today for any outdoor activities? Did you know that the weather is expected to be like this for the next week. I rode my bike as far north as Santa Monica Pier to as far south as Playa Del Rey.
I live in a city named Downey, and since not too many people who...
haails asked: i live in southern california too, today was SOO nice
haails asked: i live in southern california too, today was SOO nice
I Don't Usually Do This But Uh
Please ask me questions.
This is such a boring I mean lovely Saturday evening in southern California and I’d love to get to know all my beautiful followers.
I wish that I were naturally beautiful. That type of beautiful were you wake up in the morning looking lovely. Or failing in that, I at least want to have a beautiful laugh, or to find someone who thinks that I’m beautiful when I laugh and my crooked teeth show. I should hope I’m not so desperate as to settle for someone who doesn’t make my soul take flight when I see them.
I just came back from the bookstore. I have quite a pile of books to read.
poemsofthesoul asked: Heey! Thanks so much for following! :) I'm glad you found my blog, I look forward to seeing you on my dashboard. :)
-Elena <33
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poemsofthesoul asked: Heey! Thanks so much for following! :) I'm glad you found my blog, I look forward to seeing you on my dashboard. :)
-Elena <33
-Elena <33
“I have come to the point in this project, this art, that I am not sure if I am...”
– meinfocus (via jruipeter)
Guy: Do you think this Seth Rogen movie's gonna be any good?
Me: I don't know if it's gonna be good, but I would fuck Seth Rogen.
Guy: Yeah you're right, his movies suck. He's sometimes in funny movies, but he himself is not funny.
Me: What? I said I want his balls in my mouth, what are you talking about
Guy: In that case, I'm often told I look like Seth Rogen.
Changed my URL yet again
back to unfinished sentence and so it shall remain.
My mind sort of detached from me then, it sort of floated on gilded wings to a far away place and somewhere, in some time, I’m sitting with him, and he’s sitting right in front of me, cool as can be, his hand resting on his knee, and he’s wearing that devilish smile, like he’s hiding something from me, that sly grin yet it lights up his handsome face and he tells me to come...
My mind sort of detached from me then, it sort of floated on gilded wings to a far away place and somewhere, in some time, I’m sitting with him, and he’s sitting right in front of me, cool as can be, his hand resting on his knee, and he’s wearing that devilish smile, like he’s hiding something from me, that sly grin yet it lights up his handsome face and he tells me to come...
It’s hard sometimes to stick to your own goddamn rules but I’d like to think that if I try harder the next time that there won’t be a next time, you know? But sometimes, and this is the worst part to admit, you grow used to the disgust you feel about yourself. You get used to hating yourself and shitting on yourself and the disgust is always there almost like a friend and you...
I think I need a little inspiration.
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Ted Bundys Confessions
Part One
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWM3pVA38XI&feature=grec_browse
Part Two
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXlH0DDTCVE&feature=related
Everyday I wake up feeling like it’s going to be another one of those days, another one of those boring, useless, what’s the point kind of days and so I became enraptured by other people’s lives. It wasn’t a gossiping sort of fascination; I first started off by browsing the biography section of libraries, but I soon moved on to autobiographies - memoirs of people who...
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I have changed my URL yet again, in case anyone at all was wondering. Apparently, the URL sundriedtomatoes was already taken. Really? Damn, at least Master Controller wasn’t taken, which surprises me immensely. Well, now it is. Too damn bad for anyone else wanted such a badass URL