yes, please.

the only occasion that i will wear a bra to is to get a massage, even though I have to take it off...

Mon, 28 May 2012 20:37:00 -0400

the only occasion that i will wear a bra to is to get a massage, even though I have to take it off to get one, and then I started thinking about why I do that, and I think I came to the conclusion that I think bras make my body look strange. When I’m wearing an underwire bra and it rounds out my boob into a cup, I’m just like, wow. my body does not actually look like this. My boobs are not these seperated cups on my chest that don’t move. However, I don’t think this about other girls wearing bras, probably because that would take away from the time I devote to thinking about myself.

i play this game when i’m driving, where if the trip is...

Mon, 28 May 2012 20:23:56 -0400

i play this game when i’m driving, where if the trip is usually half an hour, I have to get there before this song is over.

NON MI PIACE italian opera a DONDA production SPOILER ALERT: tre hoes > trifecta—which...

Mon, 28 May 2012 18:15:00 -0400

NON MI PIACE italian opera a DONDA production

SPOILER ALERT: tre hoes > trifecta—which basically translates the same in english and italian

"Slow pan over a 3D rendered Times Square, cue Kanye West song."

Mon, 28 May 2012 10:26:07 -0400

“Slow pan over a 3D rendered Times Square, cue Kanye West song.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via ssuspiciouss)

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Sun, 27 May 2012 21:37:29 -0400

summeeerrrrrrr

Sat, 26 May 2012 17:14:43 -0400

summeeerrrrrrr

Today is very important to me, because today is the day that my soulmate was born.

Sat, 26 May 2012 00:06:21 -0400

I don’t feel a lot. My emotional baseline is as low and steady as an athlete’s heart-rate. Any strong sentiments I have generally wane after a few minutes. I do what is intellectually right and ignore the emotional argument. I rebuff I love you’s. I end friendships pragmatically; with a handshake and a “best of luck.” My hugs can be stiff, unwelcoming.

I wouldn’t know how to do that with Katharina Knoll—even if I wanted to. As travelers, most of our friendship has spanned long bouts of physical distance, and like every relationship, we have had our moments of silence that stem merely from distractions created by living. Even during those times—I’ve never felt far from her. Throughout each separation, an anchor lingered. I imagine a gentle tug at the ear, and a little voice that says “I’m here!”

I imagine a string that attaches us at the elbow, stretching endlessly to accommodate the taxis, planes, and trains that separate us. A string that winds just as tightly, steadily, back when we are together again.

You, my dear, are different from me in many ways, and it’s something I’ve had the pleasure of studying over the time I’ve gotten to know you. You cook with complete concentration. You linger over paintings, pause at the flowers outside delis on the street, you point out unexpected architecture. Your pace has a leisurely quality, like a stroll through St Tropez. While I boil and freeze, you simmer.

You relinquish your smile to strangers—and it unfurls like a peace offering—without a second of hesitation.

I imagine myself walking brusquely beside you, my face a perpetual, unrealized frown—and I laugh at the pair we make. How lucky I am that you take me as I am, brushing off my glacial surface, accepting all of the things I don’t say, breaking my machine-like focus and beckoning me back when I begin to slip away.

I think about our conversations—when we are lucky enough to have them in person; rapt and attentive, as we stand in the middle of the sidewalk trying to say goodbye to each other for 40 minutes. While the sun sinks lower and the trains come and go. The patience you’ve taught me, to take a deep breath and sloooowww it down—even when I don’t know how to, even when I’m not sure if I want to.

I’m thinking about all the laughs, the dancing, the good food we’ve been able to share, all the silly little musings that no one else seemed to understand. I think about us soaking up the sun on the beach. I think about the Colombian temper that no one knows you have—and how much fun it is to see you in that mode. I think about Matilda being the first to greet me at your door, wiggling. But more than all of that, I think of all that you have been through. Every struggle and misstep and sadness, and how strong that has made you—how strong those things have made us—even if sometimes it may not feel that way.

I think about the imprints our experiences leave on us all and, no matter how similar or different those little nicks you have are from mine, I want you to know that you will never lose me—just tug on your ear and listen for an “I’m here.”

Know that whatever you are going through, the good, bad, entre les deux, I will carry that with you.

For you; mi amor, mi familia, mi corazon—for you, I feel.

And now, ok! Enough of that. Turn this up too loud and GO DANCE!

babysittersclubchineesenewyear: —

Fri, 25 May 2012 14:07:08 -0400

babysittersclubchineesenewyear:

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la haine

Fri, 25 May 2012 09:29:28 -0400

la haine

marleighsea: I never liked men when I was a young girl. They all made me mad.

Fri, 25 May 2012 08:09:20 -0400

marleighsea:

I never liked men when I was a young girl. They all made me mad.

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Thu, 24 May 2012 18:21:44 -0400

i put my loafers up on this table, lean back and take one minute...

Thu, 24 May 2012 16:46:27 -0400

i put my loafers up on this table, lean back and take one minute breaks with this

"You know when girls are really happy and excited and they jump up and down together? The opposite of..."

Thu, 24 May 2012 15:11:53 -0400

“You know when girls are really happy and excited and they jump up and down together? The opposite of that.”

- (via ssuspiciouss)

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Thu, 24 May 2012 08:49:20 -0400

Love when people negatively crit your work for shit that was intentional, because then you know...

Wed, 23 May 2012 22:21:28 -0400

Love when people negatively crit your work for shit that was intentional, because then you know it’s real.

everything i work on feels so dark and claustrophobic sometimes so no i don’t want to sit...

Wed, 23 May 2012 13:19:00 -0400

everything i work on feels so dark and claustrophobic sometimes so no i don’t want to sit around and talk about my feelings i want to go to the beach, stupid

"who you lovin, who you wanna be huggin, who you wit, who you wanna be fuckin?"

Tue, 22 May 2012 20:59:30 -0400

“who you lovin, who you wanna be huggin, who you wit, who you wanna be fuckin?”

- jay z

prob the most important questions of all time

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Tue, 22 May 2012 17:43:42 -0400

y’all lets all take a moment to check out how chill...

Tue, 22 May 2012 16:16:25 -0400

y’all lets all take a moment to check out how chill Marleigh’s website is

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Mon, 21 May 2012 22:41:25 -0400