Oh. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and...– Miranda Priestly (The Devil Wears Prada)
When people hear good music, it makes them homesick for something they never...– Edgar Watson Howe
The doctor and the lawyer and the poet and the priest. You have passed your mind down like an inheritance, from one to the next to the next and so on, and the words that you breathe are lifeless with the dust of decades. Ash escapes your nostrils, the remnants of a fire long burned out, a passion long since dead and gone and buried with an average epitaph. And I welcome you, your words, the tired...
Roll the Windows Down
Hello? Hello. I’m holding on. And then you’re gone. And I cry and cannot breathe, because my father is dead or he is crazy or I am dying and can never apologize for the tantrum over SeaWorld. I ache and yearn and long and burn, to touch him again or be held or know what it would have been like to have just one more night, aflame and burning bright and crumbling to ash, if we were lucky. And...
Read something, if you don’t read often: a magazine article, a chapter in a book, the back of your cereal box. Take something off the wall and hang something new up in its place. Make a cup of tea. Set aside some time for a nap. Fix your hair a little differently. Buy yourself something you’ve been wanting. (No matter how big or small or selfish it may seem to anyone else—it’s for you,...
The 14 Commandments
1. Thou shall not hate. 2. Thou shall pay bills. 3. Thou shall confess. 4. Thou shall not bug. 5. Thou shall not give in to temptation. 6. Thou shall not think you got it like that. 7. Thou shall not leave me wondering. 8. Thou shall know when he’s got to go. 9. Thou shall move on to the next. 10. Thou shall get your party on. 11. Thou shall say my name. 12. Thou shall know he ...
Let’s go out past the party lights.
As promised. →
The One Where I Am (Quasi) Patriotic
The One Where I Am A Frightened 13-Year-Old Girl (ft. The Roommates)
Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss… but every...– Flipped, Wendelin Van Draanen