October 2011
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i got a bit nostalgic and sadistic at the same time so i decided to read our old logs
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I always get a little upset when I realise that I do not have a camera, or a video camera to record moments at a concert. Now all I remember of the Faye Wong concert are a few certain songs, flawfree make up, fabulous costume, stunning sets and her tremulous voice that fills the entire stadium.
She sang for 2 hours straight. No banter, no hellos to the audience and all but six thank yous. I...
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I feel a little ashamed that I still want to be a skinny girl and then I also feel ashamed that I feel ashamed and then also embarrassed of the current body that I am housed in. I guess I could change it but sometimes I don’t know if it’s easier to love it or to change it. Maybe it would be easier if we were cyborgs. We could even exchange parts.
So following a past stream of...
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“Physics says: Go to sleep. Of course you’re tired. Every atom in you has been...”
– Albert Goldbarth, The Sciences Sing a Lullaby (via knockturn)
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Half asleep and drunk in bed, I spend all my time thinking about love, space and time. While awake and hating life, I spend my time forgetting all I’ve lived for.
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The Kinds of People You Can Date →
You can date someone in the summertime when it’s too hot to have rules. This person might not make sense in February when you’re wearing thick coats and eating too much, but they’ll fit in nicely at a Fourth of July barbecue or a pool party. Your bodies will stick together in the heat and sometimes having sex will be the grossest activity you can think of, but you’ll do it anyway. You’ll...
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Wish it were cold here so I could walk around wearing faux fur looking like a bird.
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ugh i’ve reached to a point where my disappointment matters not, but letting my disappointment manifest into something my parents can use against me bothers. and then i deal with it by drinking a little and then some to take the introspection off and then listening to music and then going to lie down. this life. this life is the infinity that i never asked for.
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More often than not, I think it’s the urban loneliness that hurts the most.
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Sex
daniellemertina:
Maybe if sex wasn’t such a taboo topic, people would know what conditions it should be done under.
Besides the stuff from middle school bio class about what contraceptives are
Sex is supposed to be, if anything, a mutually experienced and enjoyed activity done between two people who at the very least, are respectful of each other.
For men it is not a means to control or...
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Edd cut three thick slices off a stale round of oat bread, stacked them on a wooden platter, covered them with bacon and bacon drippings, and filled a bowl with hard-cooked eggs. Jon took the bowl in one hand and the platter in the other and backed into the Lord Commander’s tent.
- A Clash of Kings, George R. R. Martin
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Even heaven has a place for whores.
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Love Among the Equations →
youmightfindyourself:
Real math isn’t some cold, dead set of rules to be memorized and blindly followed. The act of devising a calculus problem from your observations of the world around you – and then solving it – is as much a creative endeavor as writing a novel or composing a symphony. It isn’t easy, but there is genuine pleasure to be found in making the effort.
As with mathematics, so...
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youmightfindyourself:
Why Do You Close Your Eyes to Remember?
Ask somebody a difficult question, and chances are they will either look up at the sky or close their eyes. What is going on there?
Quite a bit of the brain is taken up with understanding what is going on in our sensory world. For example, if you clasp your hands behind your head, most of the area taken up by your hands reflects...
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Sometimes it’s for the best when you get drunk on the throes of love or on actual alcohol. It’s a thin line between obsession and addiction but it’s a tricky path down the road to our hell anyway. All I want is a single free hot afternoon to spend in a car smoking; or to let that time wither away in a mixture of sweaty half naps and mumbles.
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