we seriously did this problem in math class today:

blah              (blah)
____    =        ____
bleh              (bleh)


I guess winter's getting to us all.

(via Jewel of the South).

Uh Huh.

pretty much sums it up.

(via You Can Try).

The Hurricane.

The tree lay down
on the garage roof
and stretched, You
have your heaven
it said, go to it.


William Carlos Williams

accidentally sleeping through class…. means that I will be vacillating between feelings of happiness/rest agianst paranoia and self-depriciation for the rest of the day.

god damn it.

(by FashionToast).

(via You Can Try).

Classic Weekend.

(via Jewel of the South).

Golden.

(via Sea of Shoes).

To expect too much is to have a sentimental view of life and this is a softness that ends in bitterness.


Flannery O'Connor 

Tavi.

(via Style Rookie).

Bowie.

(via The Sartorialist).

...why can't my brain just work like a normal person's?

(via Rookie).

(via American Doldrums).

Looking Through.

Always, I see the red cap you used to pin to your hair
on the train
or more often,
in the teeth of the homeless man's dog on
7th ave.

After the first time
I promised I'd love you in process
after the second,
I said I'd listen to the mundane details
happy
for the rest of my life--

Others,
well I did to them too
myself,
arranged in neat lines
and divided whole.

Deeper into you
a dead sea dive.

Gives me--
meaning
gives me
happiness
gives me--
what.

Stop looking through
something
like water
all shook down until it became
a blurred truth.

Oh Babylon!

I've lost what life is really like,
consumed with how it ought to be.

(via Rookie).

I, Myself.

I have the social courage to go on the stage, but not the energy; I haven't the patience to write books; and I never met a man I'd marry. However, I'm only eighteen.


This Side of Paradise

Back to Brooklyn.

Finally.

New Years.

at midnight: basements full of rolling youth
and anorexic cigarettes

i miss sixteen
rushing home to stand in the shower fully clothed
to take off each clinging cloth
to scrub furiously with St. Ives soap until the smoke ran clear
(i miss) when two a.m. was past curfew and there was someone waiting up
and worried

everything reeks of spilled champagne
and holidays that we celebrated with pills
and coke heads and mothy garage lights

(long legs in loafers)
kissing each other on the sofa
but coming home alone.

Dream Life.

(via Jewel of the South).

East Teak

where each child is born dead
where the milkman pauses too long at the gate

away from saffron, silk
and sorghum

stripping bark from crying trees like
furrowed animals

to be the kind of evil
that still grasps at heaven.

(via The Sartorialist).

Two Days Travel.

Truly so proud of this dear friend and her latest beautiful music.

http://rachelelder.bandcamp.com/

(via Hanging Rock Comics).

I'm a romantic- a sentimental person thinks that things will last- a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't. 


This Side of Paradise.

Mick.

(via Jewel of the South).

Retrospective.

2011 was a wonderful year filled with so many changes. I made it through my senior year of high school and met some great friends through that experience. I traveled across the Northwest and grew increasingly close with my family. I spent time on a sailboat, and walked through woods. I laid on the sand in June. I saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show live. And in August, I made a last minute decision to move to New York City.

 Since moving there, I have sat at the Met for hours, hailed cabs after midnight, attended a rave in Times Square, taken the train from Grand Central Station, gone running on the Brooklyn Bridge, and stood in Miu Miu with a glass of champagne in hand. I started two new jobs, challenged myself academically, read loads of great poetry and literature, and met some of the most important people in my life. I have learned so much about myself this past year. What I find joy in, what kind of people I'm drawn to, where I want to be, and where I want to go. Here's to the old year, and here's to the new!