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Had scarcely deigned to lie-
When, stirring, for Belief’s Delight,
My Bride had slipped away-
It ‘twas a Dream - made solid - just
The Heaven to confirm-
Or if Myself were dreamed of Her-
The power to presume-"
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Emily Dickinson (1830-1866)
THIS IS HOW I FEEL ABOUT MONSTER.
She literally does love to sleep on the left side of my chest, over my heart because she is my baby love.
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I personally try to spend as little time behind a computer as possible, and write about my life outside in the world, and not about other things that anyone else is, you know, “covering.” I don’t “cover” stories, I tell my own. It’s not more admirable than blogging, it’s just a different thing altogether. And so I think that’s what confuses people—what I’m doing via the medium of the web. There are lots of people who in the comments are like, “Why is this online?” But that’s why I wanted to go to VICE, because VICE generally doesn’t write about other stuff on the internet. It’s much truer to the best kind of magazine writing, which is people going out into the world and seeing things and doing things and writing about them.
…people are in their air-conditioned offices and they’re behind computers and picking on each other—which is great fun when it’s done artfully and brilliantly, don’t get me wrong. I’m not anti-internet or anything, it’s opened up the whole world to people as much as it’s shut people in. But anyone who is responsible for putting out online content has to, I think, be ambitious and look at what’s missing from the 90 million conversations going on online—and then write that. Take a risk, you know? And I am proud of my online work because I believe that I did that. Like at xoJane, because everybody wrote about sex so much, I never ever would write about sex; there are a million beauty blogs and no one ever wrote about their real lives on them, and certainly not about anything, uh, edgy, and so I went there with the drug stuff. But at VICE I was like, “OK, what’s missing here?”; VICE has done it all. And what I decided was missing was [laughs] feelings. Emotional vulnerability. So I was like, “I’m gonna go there and write emo.” And I don’t think you really knew what to do with it at first. Like, men aren’t used to reading that kind of stuff.
I just got mad about that dumb train wreck story again.
It was someone’s birthday, and we had fallen apart but it was this movie and his birthday, at the Director’s Guild theater. I miss my friend. I don’t think about it much, but I feel sick when I think about how other people get to be his friend and I don’t. This movie gives me a stomach ache, a familiar and horrible one.
We went to a midnight showing on Sunset and by the time it was over, almost everyone had left. Tom was going to see it a few years ago and I was like, I want you to see it so we can discuss it but it will change you. I went to see this with the man who almost destroyed me, so it makes sense now I guess. I could cry for years.
This was extremely painful to watch, in the sense that I grew 50 more layers of hiding my feelings. I went by myself and then walked home and sat and stared at the wall for five hours. Then I bought a knife.
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
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Anne Sexton, Her Kind
If there is one thing I’ve learned over the past couple of years, it’s that friends to whom you can say “Hey, this really hurt my feelings,” or “I feel weird about this,” and who can say it to you, and you’re both generous and kind about it, are the most important people in the world, and I’m so grateful for Daryl and Katy and Elisabeth and Colleen and Alithea and Kara and others unnamed.
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Finally introduced Kara and Marie!~
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#birthdaysuit
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unrelatedly yesterday while my urologist was examining the vast wasteland of my junk she was like ‘did you do that yourself?’ referring to my econo...
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“Ke$ha confessed that the ghost’s sex drive was too much to handle, and she decided to move out because she wasn’t getting any...
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As arm party as it gets.
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tw: bitching about reproductive/urinary tract health (bracketing the massive privilege and luck i have to have access to this kind of care at all)
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