I’ve been writing more, trying to write more. I keep sitting at this desk, gazing out of these windows, and thinking. And thinking, it’s really fucked me up. I’d like to be out, doing things, but I’ve become somewhat reclusive, confined to this room, this desk, this view… and thinking. I hate that every character I write about is influenced by real life. I’d like to think that so-and-so didn’t make the cut, that my relationships with this-one-or-that didn’t worm it’s way in. I understand completely why writers are so depressed. They’ve got too much time on their hands to reflect. I don’t want to reflect, I just want to tune it all out.
it's all terrible
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2012-03-12
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2012-01-12
I haven’t “tumbled” in a while. My head has been in a million different places. I’m recovering from 2011 still and trying to wrap my head around 2012 as being a new year, a new start. See, I’ve learned a lot of lessons this year. I’ve learned a lot about people and a lot about myself. I’d like to catalog the people in my life who have helped me experience these lessons, but that would almost be too personal and this is a less formal way of writing, and my intention of this post is to separate myself from my thoughts, to see things objectively. But that’s almost impossible to do. Writers tend to take everything personally. It was JD Salinger who said, “Poets are always taking the weather so seriously.” However, Salinger also said, “The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.” So, as it is, while picking up writing again (after two years of nothing of substance) I’m letting my material choose me. Immersing myself completely in my own selfish ramblings and letting myself be one hundred percent in it, hardly veiling or fictionalizing myself, but at the same time not trying to get lost in it.
I’ll keep it real this time.
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2011-09-23
Source: awesomepeoplereading
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2011-09-20
I really like this picture of Brigitte Bardot. Nice curves.
Source: bardotdatabase.com
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2011-09-01
Never thought I’d say these words…
…but I am so over San Francisco. I want to move to New York.
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2011-08-26
Source: thecaveofthegoldencalf
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2011-08-16
Romance is dead! Long live romance!
Whatever happened to grand romantic gestures? I think about dating in the 21st century and all I feel is anger and resentment. It’s probably girls like the one van Gogh cut his ear off for who was like, “Um, okay, what are you? Crazy?” and gave the romantic gesture (however manic) a bad name. What’s my idea of a romantic gesture? Getting drunk and making myself too available? Getting drunk and… well, fill in the blank. I’m demanding it to come back in style. Take note, fellas.
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2011-08-14
I just made the best sandwich ever.
Anyway, I’m getting the itch to travel again. I get like this, you know, mostly when I just want to run away.
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2011-08-06
nail in the coffin
If anything tonight was the nail in the coffin. I’m slightly drunk, somewhat angry, just noshed on a burrito (so good!). And now I realize, there are some people who just don’t accept that their lives are not being revolved around. And, it sucks. I hate that it’s this way, for some reason has to be this way. But if nothing else, at least I’ve achieved some clarity and can now move on. Thanks for that blatantly rude gesture. You really cleared things up for me.
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2011-08-02
female bonding
I live with three other girls. There are days when we feed off of each other’s insecurities, don’t leave the house because we’re convinced we’re fat, shun the world but more specifically the less fair of the sexes. I’ve never had sisters before. Never even really lived with other girls. This is a strange feeling, these ups and downs. I really like it.
