February 2012
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March 2011
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Ugh
Me: Hey could you bring up something for me when you get the car please?
Dad: What?
Me: Tampons
Dad: Ughhh
Get ur own t-pons, girl!
January 2011
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December 2010
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November 2010
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I wish there were a way for me to casually ask a person “Hey, do you know of any good psychics around?” without it sounding like I might be someone who wears a lot of velvet and/or chokers in her spare time.
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Holding That Grudge
mybiggestregretever:
My biggest regret ever is holding that grudge. If I had just realized how unimportant the people who hurt me really were, I could have moved on so much quicker. I could have been happy again so much faster.
[Male, 23]
Okay, bro. I feel ya. I’m-a hold on to my most recent grudge just a few more days. Promise. I see what you’re saying, though.
August 2010
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July 2010
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Elitist Jerk Move #28
I dislike Tegan & Sara. I just do, internet. Don’t try to convince me otherwise.
Twee covers of the Boss don’t need to exist in my musical landscape.
This conversation re: T & S happened the other day:
me: I hate that girl. friend: You know it’s two chicks, right? me: No. And, I don’t care to know.
I’m not sure why, you know, THE NAME OF THE BAND...
June 2010
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April 2010
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Not Realizing What I Was Doing
mybiggestregretever:
My biggest regret ever is not realizing what I was doing. I was generally content with my life. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Then one day, I woke up and realized that I had hurt most of the people closest to me, no longer had any good friends, and had gained a significant amount of weight. I can never repair the bridges I had burned or the damage I had done to...
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april 6, 2010 11:07 a.m. - write for ten
10:56 a.m.
It was late, they were drunk and hungry, and she had the sudden idea to make cheese tortillas for everyone. “I can walk over to my place in two minutes you guys, seriously.” No, they said. It’s too late. There were brief and overlapping discussions about which pizza places might be open at 4 a.m. In the end, it was decided no food purveyors were available, save the...
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Got it, universe.
ohyeahfacts:
16 years ago on April 5th, 1994, Kurt Cobain killed himself with a shotgun, though his body wasn’t discovered until April 8th.
(source)
YOU GUYS. I figured out why my #write for ten post this morning turned out depressing as balls.
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april 5, 2010 10:33 a.m. - write for ten
Haven’t done one of these for a while:
10:21 a.m.
the pain of this, the idea of me leaving, is sharper than the leaving itself will be. i think of you, at home, scrambling to answer the phone when i call you at my lunch break, a ring of cigarette smoke at your head and our two cats running never-ending circles at your feet. i’m pretty sure you will survive. it’s the little...
March 2010
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jan 9, 2009 8:53 a.m.
jan 9, 2009 8:53 a.m. with the long-limbed grace of seasoned danseur you turned slowly from the dark visage of your patio at night to peer at me from the corners of your eyes you’re still tall i rose up on the balls of my feet my own lackluster relevé neatly but gracelessly closing the space between your pursed lips and mine
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Cat Called for Jury Duty! →
mylifeissoawkward:
In what is unquestionably the most important new stories to come out of my home state in a long time, a CAT has been called for Jury Duty in Massachusetts. The reasoning behind this is entirely the idiot cat owner’s fault. She says that on the last census, she crossed out the space for “Dogs” and wrote “Cat” and her cat’s name (Sal Esposito), despite the fact that NO ONE...
February 2010
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January 2010
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jan. 19, 2010 9:23 a.m. - Write For 10
9:03 a.m - 9:13 a.m.
this weekend, i met up with old friends at an old haunt. part of the evening i was on duty, as it were, an expensive camera attached to my right hand. the remainder of the time was mine to reminisce over clinking glasses and amplifier feedback. a friend recounted a memory he had of me. timewarp, 2004: a group of us were returning home after the bars closed. in my stupor, (i...
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jan. 12, 2010 9:07 a.m.
(My first in what I hope to be many Write for Ten exercises.)
8:57 a.m. - 9:07 a.m.
it’s been snowing for days on end, now. any shared joy in the right to complain has been crushed by the sheer breadth of this particular cold snap, stretching from the eastern seaboard right on down to louisiana and florida. in my home state, the heart of it all, don’t you know, resilience to the cold...
Write for Ten - write about anything for 10... →
benjaminf:
torstenbergler:
Write for Ten is a writing project with one simple rule: write for 10 minutes about anything. Describe where you are. Ramble about your day. Imagine a scenario between two strangers. What you write doesn’t have to be perfect nor complete. Just write it.
Interesting concept.
Since my tumblr account has pretty much turned into a collection of other people’s...
December 2009
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june 27, 2006 11:21 a.m.
Dear Sluggish United States Economy, I can save you.
I own an extremely successful hamster factory in booming Kent, Ohio and I have a revolutionary plan that will imbue the nation’s coffers with much-needed raw capital. Did you know according to the 2000 Census, there was upwards of 6.7 million hamster owners in the U.S.? That was 6 years ago. There’s got to be a shit-ton more by now....
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““You must swear, legally swear, that you’ll not kill that shark, or...”
– The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (2004)
November 2009
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nov. 29, 2009 1:43 p.m.
sitting on this sunshot plane
which
through the misfortune of departure
has become a stale-air tube
stranger-fillled
carrying me back to a life and a home
no longer supporting the weight of either word
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feb. 22, 2007, 4:55 p.m.
She was poised to leave, her body already angled toward the front door. Instead, she quickly crossed the space between herself and the boy and pulled him into a rigid hug, before he could see her face. “Joe, please. I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, careful not to let her lips touch his ear.
“Then stay,” he murmured. He was technically still married. She could feel him pressing...
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