February 2012
10 posts
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Woke up.
10:30. In the morning.
Go back to sleep.
No really asleep, just resting my head on the comforter.
Twirling my hair with an index finger.
Face down. Can’t see.
Can hear arguments and resolutions
both around my immediate presence
And in the past.
Wake up.
Fuck, I’m tired.
Drive 8.9 miles to Costco.
Get my eyes tested for glasses.
Talk about my struggles with the...
Are Spoilers Flipping the Script? by Chuck... →
“If what’s always distinguished bad writing— flat characters, a narrative world...”
– David Foster Wallace (via kadrey)
January 2012
8 posts
December 2011
9 posts
'Miss' Is Such A Pathetic Word
I know you.
But I don’t know you.
I know many things.
But I don’t know much.
Who I am today, I know.
Three years back and four years on, I don’t.
I do feel.
I feel a presence behind me every now and then.
I feel a throbbing in my chest.
I feel solitude.
I feel a fair amount of nothing.
Out of nothing, I persist in feeling your influence.
Embracing it.
What else am I...
“How many Santas must Christmas ruin?”
My Wikipedia Page of the Day: Jung's Anima and... →
November 2011
5 posts
So...
I wrote this as a ‘correction’ to what a generic 4chan story about incest might look like. Enjoy:
>Be 10
>Discover penis
>Discover sister
>be14
>We were both horny teenagers at the time who were curious about sex.
>eventually we started "making out".
>watching movie in shared room, ended up kissing and things slowly moved from there.
>she stops me in the middle...
Trouble Sleeping. Convinced Myself It Isn't...
I’m trying to complete my spec script for the pilot of Tradition, but I’ve so far limited myself to sexual double entendres and horribly subtle jabs at this girl I once had a romantic dalliance with. I think my primary issue with this process of working on a script on my own is often down to the fact that I can never really conceive any of the conversations I have with myself to be the...
October 2011
3 posts
September 2011
5 posts
“Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse...”
– Albert Camus
1 tag
August 2011
7 posts
¡Por fin, tumblr en Español!
An Extract from Klosterman's 'Killing Yourself to...
We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is...
July 2011
50 posts
