January 2010
fools in love- Inara George
I feel like I’m...
To the individual that accosted me via formspring,
Who are you? Formspring is supposed to be a fun anonymous question webpage, not a hide behind your computer because you can’t approach me with an issue page. I don’t know who you are, and I’m not going to publish your (question?, concern?, statement?) whatever you were talking about. I’m sorry that you feel the way you do, but I don’t have anything else to apologize...
Feeling Good- Nina Simone
Perpetually in my mind....
“[I] always envied the old artists who had great and accepted ideas to serve....”
– Leonard Cohen (via whokilled) (via smut-to-go)
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What is Sarah’s favorite type of wine?
Sarah’s favorite type of wine is red. More specifically cabernet. I’m a huge fan of full bodied cabernets, but I enjoy a good Malbec and salice salentino. Cantelle makes a good salice, and I love Rodney Srong cab. However, lately I’ve been drinking 2009 Fuerzo Malbec from Trader Joe’s because it’s delicious and $5. Judge...
Word of the day:
obfuscate—To make obscure, unclear, unintelligible.
I like the way this word feels leaving my lips. Plus I think that I tend to do this sometimes. It is best not to obfuscate in conversation. Be deliberate.
Unless you’re feeling cloudy.
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No more books or no more sex?
After some serious deliberation I’d have to say no more books. I feel like banging my head into a wall for saying that, but I’m a woman with needs. And one who also children some very, very distant day. Although a world with no books is no world I want to bring children into..
Ask me anything
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Ask me anything,
I’m in the mood.
http://formspring.me/Sarahsaturday
frustrated.
“I regarded Paris, with its gray-toned days and charcoal nights, merely as the...”
– Vladimir Nabokov (via travelhighlights) (via alexash)
All of a sudden
the hours seemed to choke. My eyes could not lift from the footprints of others.
What am I, but meant to recycle the words of those before me.
I listen. I am a stranger; I do not choose to laugh when the sound escapes from my head propelled by discomfort and an inability to say anything of substance.
I held my voice
because I swore you would be there to hear me. I had little faith but I was ruined when you didn’t show.
The last thing you said, I didn’t forget. You are a mess; you were never my mess. The ceiling fans and passing cars remind me you were not the one I needed you to be.
“We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me...”
– Franz Kafka (via unpunk) (via tragos) (via littlewhiskey) (via notarobotbutaghost)
New York I love you, but you’re bringing me...
Left with
Girl next door getting married— my garden is weak. Cut and weary of touch and wanting. Bleeding iris tortured soil; root deprived, some greenest hours. Girl next door wearing diamonds— my desires quiet and unknown. Mind, small and created for the eye. Fraying color, gentle flower, bleeding in the snow. Girl next door wearing dresses— speaking in tongues, consuming thin air,...
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What makes you flustered, or gets you nervous without fail? What is the type of thing or situation that leaves you with a pit in your stomach?
As much as I hate to admit it, when I have to perform a song in front of one of my classes, it gets me pretty flustered. Everyone is so talented and I get a little bit insecure trying to put my best foot forward in front of them. But usually I’m...
sitting on the couch
in my empty apartment with homemade stir fry and my second glass of five dollar trader joe’s wine, watching trash tv—and I couldn’t be happier.
“On the walk I Thought about the snow and how I use to sit in it all the time as...”
– My friend Mike, in an email. Brilliant.
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tylerknott:
“Bella” by Angus...
Dear Self,
it’s time to be honest. It’s time to figure it out.
Love,
Self
I wish we could all bite down on our egos.
I wouldn't mind
if you cut my hair.
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Indeed, for silver there exists a place to find it and a place for gold that they refine; Iron itself is taken from the very dust and from stone copper is being poured out. But wisdom- where can it be found, and where, now, is the place of understanding?
I’m no philosopher, or alchemist, for that matter; however, I believe that wisdom can be found in experience, and from the ability to...
I can't help but feeling
your breath like judgement on the back of my neck, never too distant.
I stretch out my arms and your jaw is tense.
We must breathe easier on one another.
Where
is the something holding me back?
“Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the...”
– Octavio Paz (via quote-book) (via lovebot)