“Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched form the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it — don’t cheat with it. Be as faithful to it as a scientist — but don’t think anything is of any importance because it happens to you or anyone belonging to you.”—
Ernest Hemingway in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via 20thstreet) he killed himself. I’d say he cheated. (via iamheathcliff)
The Marlon Brando to his Montgomery Clift, literary style. I’m tellin you.
Gurl I've been creeping on your posts and I FEEL THE SAME WAY.
I understand that you want to be in a relationship so fucking bad, but not bad enough to be in a relationship just to be in one, you know? And the fact that you feel so self-actualized but THERE ARE NO DUDES THAT REALLY JIVE WITH YOU (ugh for me tho at least in the DFW area gawd aaron I will come to LA for you) but ugh I understand and feel your frustration as well
us queen bitches got it rough man
Yes girl. Fight the fucking power. I was at my mom’s salon today and got asked the classical questions Are You In Love Right Now/Are You Seeing Anyone/Why Or Why Not/You May Add Additional Comments On The Back Of This Page and I pretty much said I have no chemistry with most of the dudes I run across and I don’t have the humanitarian spirit in me to waste my time with people just because they may happen to like me. Honestly, I want to go the Elizabeth Taylor/my mother route and just collect a bunch of fucking jewelry from these broskis and then run off into that great horizon with the internet or something because I am PRETTY SURE this is all I need in life until I can actually find an intelligent, well dressed, SANE man that hates Judd Apatow movies as much as I do and likes making Gwar allusions. Ugh, life is so unjust to kweens like us in that sense though.
quinn and i are getting married.
you're going to be the flower girl.
If by flower girl you mean that by the time I reach the end of the aisle I club your head with my flower basket, push you into a trap door and thusly put on my veil and marry the broski himself, it’s a done deal!
A day in which The Lord Is Testing Me™ perpetually.
Today has been ridiculous. There was another instance in which I must be the allegorical bell to Pavlov’s dog to white people, because wherever I go they just INSIST on fucking with me.
I like to fancy myself as A Pretty Good Storyteller, but I don’t even know how to recant this without sounding petty as hell? But whatever, this really did infuriate me.
So, I have a class I was telling you about, I go to the library briefly, then go to my last class. This is my school day. As I’m leaving my last class, I reach into my pocket for my car keys and realize they’re not there. Panic. My worst 1st world nightmare come to life - being stuck in Santa Monica without access to a car to flee whenever I see fit. I backtrack in my previous class, then decide to go to the building where my first class is in hopes that I left my key there.
This building is very remote in the middle of the day - fuck, it’s remote even early in the morning when classes ARE going on. There are no classrooms open, the “Communications Center” where teachers/faculty are supposed to be is totally empty. There’s a journalism room bustling with people in it down the hall, so I walk in there in hopes that maybe there’s a mass key in that room that can open every room in the building. That’s totally plausible, shit like this has happened to me before.
I walk up to the counter, I go, “hey, I think I left my car keys in my first class, room 154? Do you guys happen to have a mass key I can use?” He looks at me blankly, then turns around and calls a girl who is probably head of the news paper. Blonde, mousy, whatever. I re-tell my story to her, and. She is giving me this look like I just shat in the middle of the room. She says to me incredulously, “how the hell am I supposed to know where your keys are?” I’m a little taken aback, but pretty unphased because assholes exist, I understand this, whatever, and go, “right, but do you guys maybe have a mass key in here?”
"Uh, NO, this is the journalism room,” she says mockingly and expectantly turns towards her cronies who laugh. I give her a really exasperated look because, how fucking stupid can a motherfucker be? And sternly go, “right, I’m pretty sure this wasn’t a stupid question, so I was just asking.”
"Yeah, but how could we know? That’s like.. asking if any of us in here have seen your keys in the previous room when we have no idea!" Everyone laughs. THAT IS AN EXACT QUOTE. WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? lawl, I roll my eyes at this point and go, "whatever, thanks anyway", then she mentions how I should go into that Communications faculty center I mentioned earlier with a wry smile as if I’m too fucking stupid to have not already tried that option, and I give her a sacchrine smile back and say it’s empty and scan her up and down which intimidates her and I’m grateful for that - her friends notice what a C U Next Tuesday she is and then she starts apologizing to me but I just nod and walk away. Regardless, I was able to get into the classroom and find my keys, but whaaaat the fuck is wrong with people?
She is just the classic example of a privileged kid who begged her honors teachers to give her compliments all the time in high school and they’d meagerly respond back with something basic and this would elate her and prove how ~different~ she was from ~*all the other kids*~ and shit like that, a bunch of loser ass kids in the journalism room who want to laugh at anyone who may walk in with a simple question. God, it was the WEIRDEST thing because it wasn’t a ridiculous question? I don’t even know why this is bothering me that way it is, but if I wasn’t starving myself for Coachella that thing would have gotten the finest verbal beating from me as someone needs to extract that smug self satisfaction from her ass.
Just went on the biggest tangent about Scott Brown in my Communications class since some white boy hipster with a moustache was going on about how "nothing is stopping minorities from being Senators" and how everyone should use Barack Obama "as inspiration to work harder."
Handed his ass to him SO FUCKING HARD I’m still shaking from it, but the class was silent afterwards :’) God I hate humans, thank God this is pretty much my Friday and I just have econ to deal with afterwards and I’m through.
There is a huge difference between using "big words" and having a nice vocabulary.
In one instance, an entire train of thought is ruined because you’re too busy replacing simple words with SAT terminology under the impression this is going to “enhance” your point, and in the other, your thoughts are given a greater range in expressing themselves and you intuitively know whether or not a word in the language imitates what you’re thinking perfectly whether they’re “big” or “small”.
I got a dirty mind I got filthy ways. I’m tryna bathe my eyy in your milky way. I’m a legend I’m irreverent I’ll be reverend. I’ll be so far up, we dont give a fuck. Welcome to the danger zone. Step into the fantasy. You are not invited to the other side of sanity. They calling me an alien a big headed astronaut, Maybe its because yo boy Yeezy get ass a lot.
OKAY KATY PERRY YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO STOP MAKING SONGS THAT I CAN’T STOP HATE-LISTENING-TO BUDDY
I wish I brought my headphones with me. All I want to do is listen to this one catchy fucking Drake song and ET by Katy Perry. I don’t know WHAT it is with today but I’m just on that Really Shitty Yet Unbearably Listenable Top 40’s Songs tip the past few weeks. Which is to say, even MORE than usual.
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God, Tumblr is really starting to go to the fucking dogs.
“They’re fucking gross, man. Look, I love beautiful girls too. I think everyone should be free to have their knee socks and their sweaty shorts, but I’m over it. I’m over this weird, exhausted girl. I’m over the girl that’s tired and freezing and hungry. I like bossy girls, I always have. I like people filled with life. I’m over this weird media thing with all this, like, hollow-eyed, empty, party crap.”—
Jesus Christ, a burst of inspiration and motivation has totally just hit me and I think the strings of fate are going to make me apply to UCLA this year, despite the fact I was going to wait another year to apply to USC. I don’t even know what’s come over me, but I feel like this is something I have to do? I’m extremely intuitive and always have pretty good timing when it comes to shit in my life, so. I know this probably sounds crazy as fuck and maybe I just need to eat something, but this feels like A Very Important And Life Altering Revelation™.
I still do not understand why AMC was thinking they deserved a “larger” piece of the piece. Mad Men was, like, the show that made people stop and really respect their original programming. And, yes, while technically the Walking Dead scored better ratings than the period piece, the writing is sort of basic as fuck and I really hope they are going to try the same for Breaking Bad. IDK. IDK. AMC is a failure of a network right now.
Says AMC: “AMC has officially authorized production of season 5 of Mad Men, triggering our option with Lionsgate (Mad Men‘s production company). While we are getting a later start than in years past due to ongoing, key non-cast negotiations, Mad Men will be back for a fifth season in early 2012.”
Maybe this will mean Vincent Kartheiser will get bored and take on some guest roles for other TV shows? Trying to look on the bright side of all this bullshit. :\