January 2012
7 posts
December 2011
8 posts
“Atheists are routinely asked how people will know not to rape and murder without...”
– 10 Myths Many Religious People Hold About Atheists, Debunked (via lavender-labia)
In less than 24 hours, I will be heading to Shanghai Pu Dong airport.
I’m almost home, almost home, almost home.
My body is electric.
Dear Apple,
You know what’s kind of infuriating? When I’m in a coffee shop, and I can’t use the internet because there’s a problem with my computer, but I see people on fucking PC’s browsing with no problem.
This is the sort of amateur bullshit I thought I left behind when I bought this product. Instead I have spent the last four months experiencing trouble every...
Dear Shanghai,
You’re supposed to be the shopping capital of the whole world or something like that, so please tell me… why the fuck is it impossible to find a nice skirt or dress that goes past my knees?
It is cold and I’d rather not look like a tart right now.
-Liz
there are those days when you feel like poison.
today is one of them.
When you talk logically and sensibly, that’s when people want to listen to you the least.
My favorite part of Christmas is nothing.
November 2011
27 posts
three weeks, three weeks, three weekssss!!!!
“It is sometimes said that scientists are unromantic, that their passion to figure out robs the world of beauty and mystery. But is it not stirring to understand how the world actually works — that white light is made of colors, that color is the way we perceive the wavelengths of light, that transparent air reflects light, that in so doing it discriminates among the waves, and that the...
i feel so full right now. not in the full of food way. in the emotionally and spiritually fulfilled way.
i am happy and in love and inspired.
it’s raining hard right now. the sound of the rain is drowning out the sound of my music. everything is wonderful.
"But aren't you scared?"
I’ve just realized/decided that this is one of my favorite things to be asked.
I hope I never ever stop being asked this.
… no I haven’t spent the last few hours looking at wedding blogs.
do my lips move idly? telling stories of their own creation?
no, no.
why then, speak they words that are not true?
i’m fine. i’m fine. i’m fine. it’s ok. i’m fine.
i will drown in smoke.
mood goes up, down, up, down. and yeah it’s because of that, and no it’s not because of that and, well… you know. it’s just i miss the way your left hand scribbles and scratches. ink dances and it’s hard to think of those words, those promises scrawled up and down a familiar canvas.
foreign lands. foreign tongues. far, far away and i just want to know what it feels...
grumble. grumble. grumble.
“Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through...”
– Virginia Woolf’s note to her husband before she committed suicide (via magicclouds)
this is heartbreaking, but i love it.
October 2011
40 posts
so. much. beer. looking. at. wedding. dresses.
fuck.
drinking my calories today.
i started pulling my hair again today. stopped smoking and this is what happens. mother. fuck. if it’s not one compulsion then it’s another. i need fixing.
i miss my boyfriend.
that is all.
