January 2009
December 2008
Stupid useless herbal ramblings.
talliesmokestoomuch:
Oh how the happy have killed
The rocking of chairs and the lilting of curtains,
All those ravished visions that drag light and space
into situations.
Now we are jumping at ready-made signals
and emptying our mailboxes, into other mailboxes,
Living on sentiment and what can be held,
rather than those who slip away,
dragging their tales behind them.
So, here we become...
magnoliasurgeon:
My identity does not exist. I am constantly tailoring myself to be what I believe other people will like, forsaking who I am or could be. I don’t know why I do it. Perhaps it’s because I feel like every time I open myself up to somebody, I get hurt. The vulnerability is unbearable. I sit in a corner with my thoughts and stare out at the world with scorn and an undeniable desire...
Tobias: There's the woman I'm sexually attracted to!
Lindsay: Ugh
Tobias: Well, I'm off to the gym to prepare for our tryst.
Michael: Tryst?
Tobias: Yes, Lindsay and i are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse.
Michael: You can just say intercourse.
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It's been difficult...
to feel that magical nostalgia the last few holidays since my mom moved out of the house in which I grew up. I loved that place, with the big beautiful yard, and the entire basement as ”my domain” where all the guys would endlessly congregate, and my dog, a beagle named Max, who would almost die of excitement every time I came home….
My friend asked me the other night why I...
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I had my first Tumblr related dream last night
talliesmokestoomuch:
Oh Dear.
Taylor and Sarah were there, and so was Bryon, and I’d flown over to America and I was staying with Taylor, but every time I stepped out of her house there was a different street from a completely different city. Bryon was the mailman one day, then he was trying to sell me windows, then him and Sarah arrived together and took me and Taylor to this restaurant with a...
Intimacy
antitrance:
Holding hands. A soft kiss. Waking up next to each other. Feeling vulnerable, in a good way.
I miss all of that.
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Highlights of my Christmas
I saw my older brother yesterday, who I haven’t seen in probably over a couple years. Since I last talked with him, he got a divorce, and started seeing a new girl, got a house with her, and took on her three kids, along with a foster child in August.
When I was little I’d tag around with him all over the place, visiting his girlfriends, going fishing, riding in his little car with...
Bryon McDonald.
6od:
Makes my day. All the time.
And unbeknownst to him, I’m slowly becoming a better person thanks to him.
Aww, thanks Jen! *tear*
I do what I can.
She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the...
– J.D. Salinger
for Bryon
(via talliesmokestoomuch)
I LOVE THIS. How’d you know? haha :-D
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My Rocking Chair
talliesmokestoomuch:
has suddenly become the property of the kitten. Apparently. I’m off to bed now, but quick question to all you tumblrs, What is your favourite novel(s)?
Hello Tallie! Good to see you again too :) I hope the holiday was wonderful. Even though I think you already know my favorites, I’ll put them out there anyway for everyone to see and hopefully inspire to contribute...
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Typical (Not Sex)
Beth: Sit on my bed! Me: Ooook! Beth: I’m going to take advantage of you. Me: …Well you should! Considering all the music I’m giving you.
— Typical situation.
This made me realize that people come to me for two things:
1. music; and 2. advice.
I guess that’s okay. Sometimes I wish it were different.
What do people come to you for?
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2008-12-21) →
Lykke Li (35)
Fleet Foxes (25)
Sigur Rós (19)
Antal Dorati & The London Symphony Orchestra (14)
Damien Jurado (13)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.
– Ernest Hemingway
(via rainier)(via silentsigh)(via lindsayneedscoffee)(via kaytee)
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Architecture's Ten Best of 2008 →
gregbrown:
Noah Brier totally was nice enough to go through the New Yorker’s top ten list of architecture and dig up good links to images, and all are gorgeous.
Jumbled Thoughts from an Unusual Christmas
I received a new scarf today. It’s my sixth. I’m wondering if this says something about me. I don’t think it says what I think others would think.
All problems, especially girl-related, are easily solved or at least put into perspective over a good game of ping pong (or pool, or catch) with a good guy friend. I miss this.
Gossip seems to be driven by a desire to shed oneself...
Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy.
– Ludwig van Beethoven
I'm alive!
Merry Christmas, happy Hanukka, happy winter break, and all that. :)
I made it to my mom’s place last night at 3 in the morning. So the roads were pretty icy and I had two really close calls—I really need to not look for music on curves—but I made it here safe. Oh btw, it was -10* F when I arrived—AWESOME.
So I wrapped some presents and whatnot, went to sleep at like 6 in...
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I've been really reluctant to post new blogs.
magnoliasurgeon:
Solely because I like that Bryon’s semi-naked self is on my first page.
Can you blame me?
Hahaha; all kinds of love, Magnolia. :)
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Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time… It tells us to tell...
– Leo F. Buscaglia
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"L," p. 7
One night in particular was pretty great. I wanted to take her somewhere nice, so we went to Campiello in Uptown—a really classy joint; we dressed up—she looked incredible in a black with red flowers strapless dress, and I wore a nice striped shirt and my blue tie. I got some wonderful marinara pasta, and she got some fancy kind of pizza. We talked about each other, and about us, and how...