The Shrine/ An Argument

feeling this very strongly
x

this film is still haunting me days later

the soft revolution

Zizek on Foucault and Deleuze: "Fist fucking is the sexual invention of the twentieth century"

Lol!

I shall be good health to you nevertheless, and filter and fibre your blood.

three hours until twenty-two-dom and I'm getting all ginned up and reflection-prone. 21 was a damn good year, ran around the country with bottles in both hands, a spinning head, and some man on my mind. chased tail, got my tail chased, stuffed my face full of everything I could get my grimy twenty-one year old hands on.

and now 22 is here and she's looking like a sweet little thing already. every year more and bigger changes come and I'm digging it, getting closer and closer to the ones I love. looking forward to future times with my sweet man, my sweet friends, my sweet family, my sweet life.

thankyou to all lovers and friends who have brought me thus far- You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, but I shall be good health to you nevertheless, and filter and fibre your blood.

bises

happy summer to me

MOVING NORTH (by 18 blocks)

I'm moving! For the first time in almost 4 years! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
scary shit.

I'm a little bit nervy but mostly excited, because as far as I can see, there's only one thing to be scared of. Not the whole living with other people thing for the first time in years, because I'm STOKED to not be a lonely sad old bastard this winter! Not the inevitable constant hangs because I'm really good at hanging out. Not the cooking and cleaning for other people because cooking for other people is one of my favourite things to do, and cleaning is whatever.

I am most scared that my roommates, who are some of my best pals, will realize how many completely idiotic things I do in a day. Like 5 minutes ago when I leaned over to pet the cat and somehow dipped my shoulder in my soup bowl (whatthefuck, right??) or the amount of times I run into stationary objects, or put a pink dress in with the whites, or burn my hands on the stove, or use salt instead of sugar, or wear my underwear inside out all day without realizing it.

Ugh. I have a really hard time getting my life together. Please don't hate me roommates. Even when I spill spaghetti sauce on your favourite dress (inevitable).

damned if you don't, damned if you do

METAL HEART

Girl from the North Country takes a trip to the South Country

Mmm Portland Portland you sure are fine. This city makes me want to chill out and sweeten up...tons of good vibes leaking through the windows, screaming from the sidewalks....and there are babes everywhere! Ah yes, everything is feeling divine...

Except for all the fatties. (ew!)

GIRL CRUSH OF THE CENTURY

So I've always had a little thing for Texan supermodel Erin Wasson...

http://www.erinwasson.com/

OKAY OKAY fine understatement of the year I'm madly madly in love with her and would like to fuck-the-shit-out-of-her-on-a-dirty-beach-in-California-somewhere then we could like trade cut-offs and braid feathers into each others hair and crochet each other bathing suits and roll hundreds of cigarettes and kiss them with purple lip-stick and sell them to sweaty old men in the desert. Then Kate Moss would show up and we'd all go to a trashy coke bar in LA and wear matching outfits and MAKE-OUT. Alot. Or something. Not like I have it planned out.

Drool. Be my baby.

I want you...

on my livingroom floor!

got naan?

I wish this is what organs looked like

We will curse them with our blood and our soul!

from le new york times