some of my more clever monkeys figured out that i use the same passcode on my phone and my ipod. they found my photo album and have now started calling me a ‘wind woman’ because i have too many photos of my korean man-friends. ooohh shite.
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right as rain
the city called me so i came
it isn’t mine to question what it said
i sleep until the point when i’m awake
i walk until there’s nothing left to trek
it isn’t mine to question what it said
i sleep until the point when i’m awake
i walk until there’s nothing left to trek
~ Sunday, January 29 ~
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~ Sunday, January 8 ~
~ Sunday, January 1 ~
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the civil wars
Tip of My Tongue — The Civil Wars
you’re a red string tied to my finger
a little love letter i carry with me
you’re sunlight
smoke rings and cigarettes
outlines and kisses from silver-screens
(Source: attempting-temperance)
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- juhee: can i come over to your house on friday night? i will bring beer and food. we can sleep together.
- me: you mean you wanna sleep over?
- juhee: yes. sleep over with you. are you uncomfortable?
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~ Wednesday, December 14 ~
~ Thursday, December 8 ~
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i’m an invisible disaster
i keep trying to walk but my feet don’t find the solid ground
it’s like living in a bad dream
i keep trying to scream, but my tongue has finally lost its sound
Ghost, Ingrid Michaelson
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~ Friday, November 11 ~
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Poison & Wine — The Civil Wars
i wish you’d hold me when i turn my back
the less i give the more i get back
oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
i don’t have a choice but i still choose you
(Source: attempting-temperance)
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~ Monday, September 19 ~
savor the silence and stroke my back
sing to me softly of secrets and the stories lost between the cracks
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~ Saturday, August 27 ~
“ When I was 18, I wish someone had told me that no one wants to grow up. We all want to ride the merry-go-round, to eat fairy bread at parties and to play duck-duck-goose. It’s OK that you want these things too. You don’t have to become quieter, or more ‘mature’—this means nothing. Little brother, it’s all right to keep some of your childish impulses, to spray your ice cream with so much chocolate sauce it appears more like a mudslide than a sundae. You only live once, hold onto the kid inside.
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~ Wednesday, August 24 ~
~ Tuesday, August 16 ~
- lisa student: shannon teacher my foot fingers are cold.
- shannon teacher: your WHAT?!
- lisa student: (points to her toes) my foot fingers.
- shannon teacher: i think you need to study harder.
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~ Monday, August 8 ~
“ I think the reason why twentysomethings are so fixated on age is because we feel a pressure to be a certain way at 23, at 25, at 29. There are all of these invisible deadlines with our careers and with love and drinking and drugs. I can’t do coke at 25. I need to be in a LTR at 27. I can’t vomit from drinking at 26. I just can’t! We feel so much guilt for essentially acting our age and making mistakes. We’re obsessed with this idea of being domesticated and having our shit together. It’s kind of sad actually because I don’t think we ever fully get a chance to enjoy our youth. We’re so concerned about doing things “the right way” that we lose any sense of pleasure in doing things the wrong way. Youth may be truly wasted on the young.
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Why Do Twentysomethings Always Feel So Old?
This makes too much sense.
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~ Sunday, August 7 ~
after a few shots of soju-
- juhee: i think your lips must taste really good. every boy wants to try them.
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~ Saturday, July 30 ~
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