In conjunction with Vladurday, today is also Jade Posts Pictures of Her Psyche day.
This is exactly 100% of my emotions right now.
ienjoysweets:
Held to the past too aware of the pending
Chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale.
Enter the fog another low road descending
Away from the cold lust, your house and summertime.
Yes. Yes.
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SO MUCH TRUTH.
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not Going To Talk About
thingsidontunderstandand:
- This might be the most amazing sentence in today’s New York Times: “Everybody here is scared now,” Primo Dlmn from Morocco said on Tuesday while selling Lemonhead candy and cigarettes at a bodega in the middle of the block.
- BB Gun Shootings by Sniper Put Alphabet City on Edge
- Though there are some other gems in the same ridiculously-written article:
- “On the other side laps the East River.”
- “Local residents speculate the shooter — many call him ‘the BB gun sniper’ — must have been a bored teenage boy because firing a BB gun is the kind of thing that bored teenage boys do.”
- “One person lost an eye (false).”
- “‘I knew about it, but I was born and raised around stuff like that, so I wasn’t nervous,’ James Heckstall, a Postal Service employee, said while making his rounds.”
- “‘It used to be terrible around here, the Wild West,’ he said. ‘Now you can at least walk around at night. The neighborhood is getting nicer and nicer. Then, every once in a while, something like this happens, and it makes us look bad.’”
You know who wrote that article?
The photo editor.
You know why she wrote that article?
Because it was a incredibly lame story and no one wanted to take it, and the one writer who -did- take it backed out at the last minute, so the page designer/managing editor made puppy dog eyes at the photo editor until she finally said “okay fine, I got it”, once again coming through for the paper in ways no photo editor should ever have to.
I miss working for the paper.
![[scout]This has essentially been my day.](http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqdjzyOZMa1qz9rw0o1_500.jpg)
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This has essentially been my day.
As others get tunes on their brain, I get words or phrases on the brain. I will awaken, for example, with the sentence ‘Hoversmack tender estimate’ on my lips. I will say it in the shower, while I wait for the kettle to boil, and as I open the morning post. Sometimes it will be with me all day.
Oh my gosh this happens to me all the time and I don’t know why.
i laughed too hard at some of these. the truth hurts, yo
sickofthesouth: random thoughts from twenty-somethings. found this stumbling.-I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.
-Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you’re crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.
-I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
-Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the “people you may know” feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?
-Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft.
-Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the f was going on when I first saw it.
-How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
-I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
-The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
- LOL has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to say”.
- I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
- Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”, all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”.
- How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?
- I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
-What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?
- MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
- Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
- I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
-Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
-I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
-Bad decisions make good stories.
-Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I do!
- Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?
-If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.
-Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from, this shouldn’t be a problem….
-There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
-I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
-“Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this ever.
-I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?
Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?- I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
-Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with it.
-It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.
-I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
-I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
[the abridged version.]
I know how you feel.
Deadlines!
Oh Indexed, you speak truths.
I have to take my rings off to play in clay.
bbygrldreamz: Take me a millions of miles away to the middle of nowhere, to somewhere that makes my skin tingle with warmth. Where little ladybugs land on your arm begging for attention. Where it smells like old grass and fresh air. Somewhere I can lay in a field for hours staring at the sky until the stars start to burn little holes in the darkness. Take me there, please.I was thinking this very thing today in art history. I’m close to the ocean. I need to get out there and just watch the waves.
robot-heart: 207/365 (via Boz Schurr)
I have never wanted to have 8 tentacles instead of legs more that I do now. (Too many projects/papers/things to read, not enough time/limbs.)
Seriously, can this be arranged?
Sometimes...
6od:
Someone comes along who brings to you little things.
Whether it’s some beautiful words or some simple understanding,
they can make an impact on you that relieves your heart
and makes your mind less crazy.Sometimes someone comes along who surprises you in so many ways
from their taste in music to relating to you on experiences
that you thought the other never would have had been able to,
and sometimes it’s like they can read your mind when you can’t
think of the right words to say, and suddenly you don’t have to.And sometimes he makes me nervous because he’s so smart,
and he’s so brilliant and then there’s me… this little girl.
And I don’t know anything, and I constantly feel like I’m not worthy
of his attention, and not pretty or interesting or funny or charismatic enough.And he holds my focus for so long, it’s surprising.
And although he’s so incredibly much different from me I feel
like maybe we’re just very much alike. But that could just be
my imagination.Because see, I have this grandiose imagination, where things
are always far, far better than they actually are and nothing is
ever what it seems. And I like to think that maybe I’m the only one
that he talks to like this, but I know I’m not.Because there’s just no way. There is just no way that someone
as epicly brilliant, caring, whole hearted, genuine, handsome,
funny, charming, and sensual as he is could be as interested in
someone like me. What I hope he sees me as is so drastically
different from what I fear he sees me as, and it breaks my heart.But it’s these “sometimes” that I live for, and that I yearn for all
of the time. And it’s these “sometimes” that make me smile, and fill
my heart with warmth that bubbles over to my stomach where
the butterflies flutter, and my heart sighs a large sigh of relief
and my head is suddenly clear.It’s the sometimes that make life worth living.
You’ve written everything in my head, here.
