February 2012
14 posts
Heartbreaks and Bad Dates
This is the title of a book that I’ll write some day, about all the dates that didn’t go anywhere, about all the heartbreaks that I stiff upper lipped because, rationally, I knew I was ridiculous, to be so besotted - and then so distraught - over someone far from meaningful, over something so fleeting it was meaningless. I wouldn’t say I’m terribly experienced in...
Since I Can't Talk to You...
I really like the song with a lot of piano in it that you’ve been playing a lot recently. It’s sort of sad and hopeful at the same time, and maybe I’ll be able to find it on Spotify since I don’t really want to ask you what it is. I’m sorry that things are rough between us now. I think you think that I don’t care, or that I’m too busy with new people,...
“She tried to console herself with the reflection that one never knows how far...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
I Can Never Finish What I Sta: And Show Me How You... →
I’m not a huge fan of poetry, but this is so lovely.
lxxepicxxl:
Teach me, love, how to hold your fears when arms and bodies are not enough. How my hands should run down your back to dip and curve and swoon and taste every nook of your kiss and each corner of your lips while I’m basting in your flesh to the edges of your skin, where the sum of your body…
WatchLeave it to my opa to want me to marry a man who looks like President Johnson. Leave it to my oma to want me to marry a man who looks like my uncle. Leave it to my sister to only be thinking about chocolate.
Shot 22 years ago. Still searching for the butterfly man, but I’m fixed with hope that it’ll happen, someday, someway.
Happy Valentines Day, lovers!
I haven’t had the opportunity to send many love letters in my life, but here, just in time for Valentine’s Day, is an essay about a care package gone horribly, horribly wrong…
The summer after my freshman year in college, I found myself 3,000 miles away from my boyfriend, who was satisfying his science requirement at summer school while I, like most college freshman, returned...
Thought Catalog’s trash is Post Grad Gray’s treasure. I’m starting to realize that I’m really good at hyperbolizing people’s presence in my life, and that it doesn’t matter if I’ve known them for 10 minutes or 10 years, eventually I’ll write 1700 words about them…
Anyway, here’s an essay about a blue eyed boy in Wyoming:
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Henry Miller's Writing Commandments
COMMANDMENTS
1. Work on one thing at a time until finished. 2. Start no more new books, add no more new material to “Black Spring.” 3. Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand. 4. Work according to Program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed time! 5. When you can’t create you can work. 6. Cement a little every day, rather than add new fertilizers. 7....
January 2012
13 posts
Blood Alcohol Level
The more I drink the less patience I have for sloppy drunks (myself and others). There is a fine art to dancing on that thin tightrope between exuberantly, loudly, flushed-face buzzed and gesticulating so wildly that you continuously propel red cups from people’s hands (and your own). When skin starts to get sticky, that’s when we know enough is enough.
It is one thing to drink in...
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I was raised forty-five minutes from a city that many dream of moving to when they’re older, whether it be uptown or downtown, for finance or for theatre or for who knows what, they just want to move there.
And I went to college in an idyllic city designed to look good in the rain, where being a freak was encouraged and celebrated, and you could see at least two mountains from almost any...
I am my own worst enemy and my biggest critic. Sometimes the push and pull between the two an be exhausting, and sometimes it can be the best thing for me. The trouble is figuring out when to beat myself up and when to give myself a break and a slice of pie. The only thing that’s for certain is that if I keep thinking this much I’m sure to have an ulcer by 30.
Samuel French to Close Studio City Bookstore →
NO. HEARTBREAK.
One of these days I’ll actually write something again instead of fucking reblogging.
“It’s ok to go mildly berserk.”
(this is why I love freewillastrology.com horoscopes)
December 2011
12 posts
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Repeat the Sounding Joy
I am tired and the circles around my eyes are immense. I don’t think that I did a very good job Christmas shopping this year and I also don’t think that I deserve a whole lot of wonderful presents because the simple fact of the matter is that I got pretty lazy and selfish towards the end of this year, chalking it up to stress and loss and change, and allowing it to overtake me. But...
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I was clearly never meant to be a girl who “goes out” on the regular, because the only thing outfit that ever really feels good and like me is jeans and a t-shirt and the sweater I wear when I’m at my computer writing.
In case you were wondering what to get me for...
…this Dan Clowes NYer cover would look great over my many, many overstuffed bookshelves that contain, among other things, 4 copies of Ghost World because not only did I buy it the minute it came out, three other people realized it was pretty much written for me as well (i.e., please do not get me another copy of Ghost World this year…or the DVD. Thanks!).
If I had my way, we’d drive down to Palm Springs before the conflagrations of Christmas and birthday and general holiday manic depression that swirl up this time of year. Maybe we’d stay at the Ace, because they’re having a great deal right now on Monday-Thursday stays, or maybe we’d get a room at La Quinta and use my mother’s $200 resort credit on spa treatments...
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Why I Changed My Facebook Profile Picture Today
Back when I was in eighth grade (i.e., 1998, when Abercrombie flares and New Balance sneakers were on trend), I read a statistic for a social studies project projecting that, by the year 2000, everyone in the United States will have somehow been affected by AIDS, or the HIV virus.
I read that statistic because I was preparing a report on a subject that, up until several weeks earlier, had...
November 2011
25 posts
Grateful, great-ful, but never full of grace.
I remember in September complaining to my mother and anyone who would listen that nothing was happening and I felt like I was on the precipice of big things. And then, with one fell swoop, everything in my life changed and grew and shed its skin. Be careful what you wish for, I’ve learned this time, and will continue to learn because I will continue to wish. But seriously guys, sometimes...
Today on Post Grad Grays...
I admit my penchant for alcoholism…or really just how grateful I am to have good friends. Read it here!
WatchI’ve always loved checking out the 24 hour film festivals in whatever city I happen to be living in (my first one was in Portland, when I felt like I had to do something with my visiting father other than eat food and buy bread at Grand Central Bakery), and this is a pretty great account of one team’s experience shooting what turned out to be an award winning short (not to mention...
Hungry for pizza?
“If you’re gonna have pizza with someone else, what do you have to do?” he continued. “You gotta talk about what you want. Even if you’re going to have the same pizza you always have, you say, ‘We getting the usual?’ Just a check in. And square, round, thick, thin, stuffed crust, pepperoni, stromboli, pineapple — none of those are wrong; variety in the pizza model doesn’t come with judgment,”...
what we wear
(another costume, from another time)
When my mother was in college in the 1970’s, a fellow co-ed (who later went on to become a rather successful playwright), walked up to her in the middle of the dank college pool hall, peered through the smoke, spoke clearly through the twang of Bob Dylan on the jukebox, and proclaimed, “You have the most aristocratic face I’ve ever...
