July 2010
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Parking right in front of the theatre.
Perfect seats.
Junior Mints.
Cat Stevens playing in a dark room.
All of these are things I needed today.
Off to see my favorite movie in my favorite movie house!
Harold & Maude
Red Vic
9:15
Who’s coming?
Minutes
I was counting down the minutes left in my shift when it suddenly occurred to me that I was also counting down the minutes left in my life.
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I'm curious:
If you could sip on tea next to a fireplace while the ghost of any dead writer told you a story, whose ghost would you choose?
Richard Brautigan’s for me, because even if the story didn’t make sense, it would still be beautiful.
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They may never be considered popular or mainstream, but they are successful in...
– a scout from the Belle Foundation, on Corpus Callosum
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Downtown
A thin man walks down the street, one foot bare and bloody. Other humans, well fed and dressed, avert their eyes.
His voice, echoing off the skyscrapers, screams at people about God, and I wonder why it isn’t the other way around.
Did you ever!
Me: Thank you for calling Louis Vuitton, this is Andrea, how can I assist you?
Caller: Hi, I was calling about my food stamps, did I dial the wrong number?
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the hunger inside only satisfied by greener grasses never gotten. wanting whispers mouths & misters unattained & tantalizing fantasies of bedroom eyes in dim & flicker candle lighting feed flame with fire language of liars all tangled & arching & breath sharp & shudders utterly immolated a pyre of down open & aching the silence of sound un nom sur la langue under...
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Art brain and life brain
Oh goodness. I don’t know what to do.
I took a self portrait last night, which I really like. It made me happy to take it, and I want to post it. But ever since I took it, two parts of my brain have been fighting with each other about whether putting it up is a good idea. The photo isn’t even anything that bad or naked or anything, but this has been bothering me a lot, and for longer...
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Wow! Keir reblogs one photo of my tattoo and I instantly get four new followers.
Thanks, pal!
Dear Everyone in the World,
I wish I could hug you when you’re unhappy.
Love, Andrea