This is something I worked on earlier this week.
impressed by these ladies
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Yeah my friends are the coolest.
“Is there any greater freedom than not caring anymore what certain people in New York think of me?” - Chris Kraus, I Love Dick
“Money’s abstract and our culture’s destribution of it is based on values I reject and it occurred to me that I was suffering from the dizziness of contradictions: the only pleasure that remains once you’ve decided you know better than the world.
Acceptiing contradictions means not believing anymore in the primacy of “true feeling.” Everything is true and simulataneously. It’s why I hate Sam Shepherd and all your True West stuff - it’s like analysis, as if the riddle could be solved by digging up the buried child.” - Chris Kraus, I Love Dick
I took a break from packing up my apartment to go through the documents folder on my computer and I found ILoveDickQuotes.doc
Do you really think you should watch “You Can Count on Me” when it’s the first day of your period and about a week before your little brother moves back to California?
Actually, this remains the most embarrassing photo I’ve ever posed for.
Unfortunate family photo angle. Me and my bro, San Diego Zoo 1995.
My roommate is doing jury duty right now and when they were asked about their professions one of her fellow jurors said she “does freelance writing for a knitting magazine.”
My mom!
This is my everything.
(Source: mauvelipstick)
every time hannah sleeps over baby acquires a new headband
Stumbling through Brooklyn, leaving a trail of destruction and hair accessories in my wake.
(Honey honey honey hi)
(via pixelhaunt)
I feel very lucky that my favorite writers are also the people I get to eat pizza and drink beer with on the weekends. This might sound totally corny but Lucy’s honesty and emotional precision are really inspiring to me and even though I’m very excited for her I’m sad she’ll be leaving New York for Iowa so soon. Anyway, read this!
There are all the obviously shitty things about looking for a new apartment: This costs how much? And it’s how far from the subway? That really counts as a bedroom? Are these the nice, neighborly kind of drug dealers or are they the other kind? Why am I even moving in the first place when my current apartment is just fine?
And then there’s that other thing, that thing where you have to imagine yourself six, nine months, a year into the future. You can’t just picture yourself slipping in and out of this new front door all summer, casual and sandal-footed and not giving a shit. You have to think about January. You have to think about trudging home through the snow when you haven’t done laundry or gone grocery shopping in weeks and you give way too much of a shit about everything and you feel as isolated as you can only really feel in January. Will I be okay alone in this room with just my books and my computer when I don’t want to leave? Lately I’ve been endeavoring not to be the kind of girl who wastes her time imaging winter when it’s only May but it’s a hard habit to avoid when you’re gearing up to make a year-long commitment. Today’s weather wasn’t helping much.
Some of the apartments are still being lived in. These are the bleakest: empty beer bottles on ikea kitchen tables, flattened Anthropologie bags in the corner, a Barnard pendant on the wall. Other people’s garish paint jobs. Other people’s unmade beds.
Still though, I’ve always loved that fresh-paint smell apartments have when you first move into them. I’m old enough now to know that there isn’t much about me a small change of location will fix but I’m also old enough to know it can be so easy to believe otherwise when I’m putting my dresses in a new closet and hanging my old pictures up on new walls.
By far the best I’ve ever looked. Thanks Emma.