i remember standing in the dollar store in the mall with my dad when i was 9. closing time by semisonic was on and I was singing along and my dad asked me if I knew what the words meant and I said yes of course. that’s the first lie i remember telling
good art is never an attack on what it might condescendingly call middle class sensibilities
it is empathetic towards them and then it goes for the jugular in a way that can’t be mistaken for anything other than loving
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
you always thought
you’d get your chance
you would be a movie queen
some young heir
would ask you to dance
and there’d be more sparks
than you’d ever seen
oh my darling
what a joke
now all these men
they rule the world
they stand so still
so strange
they don’t look right
but back at home
there’s a little curl
and when it gets too late
it eats them up
oh my darling
here we are
when you dream sweet
and you have a dream
do you carry it away with you
do you let things remain as they seem
me i never knew just what to do
oh my darling
let it be
now what do you think is coming next
i think we’re gonna have to leave this place
i think it’s time we gave our heads a rest
and let the little heart win the race
somebody probably had to be like, yes you can use my preemie for a stock photo
Help your brother, save him from the
Evil demons, in between us, came between us
girl you my angel
edit- damn this is really small. it’s dry shampoo I know you feel me ladies
mind tarp
Petite, well-educated, 22-year-old artist in her final year of college. Interested in french existentialism, painting, documentary films, long-form journalism, literary magazines, and public radio. Seeking slightly older man, between the ages of twenty three and twenty seven, to share in her love of the intellectual and literary. I enjoy a well-dressed gentleman in a button-up shirt and boat shoes, or a clean but discombobulated artist, writer or musician with dark-rimmed glasses and an easy smile. An intellectually curious, sincere and articulate young man is my ideal. If you respond, perhaps we can get together for coffee and talk about that last novels we’ve read.
i don’t know what’s real anymore
Anonymous asked: May I see your armpit?
who keeps asking this
I DON’T CARE IF FOREVER NEVER COMES
I love my family
EDIT: her next email goes: “I did get on the Mack archive site by clicking on the link I typed below, after sending you this email. Weird! So I’ve bookmarked it now & should have no problem.”
probably an iron deficiency
never google why you feel a little light headed lately because you’ll find out that you’re pregnant and have internal bleeding
Anonymous asked: I had a dream about you - in it we walked around, hung out on my bed, got chased by a junkyard dog and more. I like you.
:`)
reveal yourself!
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