May 2013
16 posts
Bill Hader to Leave Saturday Night Live →
When Bill Hader leaves “Saturday Night Live” at the end of the season, he will take a collection of colorful characters with him.
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Criminals.
She called him criminal. Accused him of romantic blackmail. “You’re counterfeiting what you feel. Holding hostage something real.”
The pot then called the kettle black. He asked if she was trying to trespass. While he was forcing locks of hair. Cased her mind, then left her there.
She rubbed suspicion from his eyes And then went forth to burglarize Broke and entered in his...
Please read the following Arctic Monkeys lyrics in...
And in a hellcat-spangled cavern When you’re judgement’s on the run And you’re acting like a stranger ‘Cause you thought it looked like fun And do you ever get the feeling That these are things she’s said before? Her steady hands may well have done The Devil’s pedicure What you waiting for? Sing another fucking shalalala
“It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this...”
– Hugh Laurie (via coffeestainedcashmere)
FRAT PARTY
of one
I'm really bad at creative writing.
I found the edge of love. To my surprise, it wasn’t the sheer and absolute cliff I was expecting but rather a steep valley, dotted with rocks and cacti. Eager to explore, I began lowering myself down slowly, watching my footing, careful not to trip on an unforeseen root or boulder. But I still fell. I placed my weight on a rock and rather than holding me, it gave and I tumbled down, head...
April 2013
59 posts
Here's a story that happened that you could use to...
So in a CT training one week we did this exercise where we all lined up in front of another line taped across the room a few feet in front of us. An exec member would name a characteristic or opinion and if it applied to you, you would step out to the line and be recognized and then accepted silently. It was cool to see how many different groups and opinions were represented. And then...
Saint Judas
When I went out to kill myself, I caught A pack of hoodlums beating up a man. Running to spare his suffering, I forgot My name, my number, how my day began, How soldiers milled around the garden stone And sang amusing songs; how all that day Their javelins measured crowds; how I alone Bargained the proper coins, and slipped away. Banished from heaven, I found this victim beaten,...
The Dover Bitch: A Criticism of Life
So there stood Matthew Arnold and this girl With the cliffs of England crumbling away behind them, And he said to her, ‘Try to be true to me, And I’ll do the same for you, for things are bad All over, etc., etc.’ Well now, I knew this girl. It’s true she had read Sophocles in a fairly good translation And caught that bitter allusion to the sea, But all the...
WHAT DO YOU MEAN APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH?
So much incoming spam it’s embarrassing and I’m not even sorry.
Love Song: I and Thou Nothing is plum, level or square: The studs are bowed, the joists are shaky by nature, no piece fits any other piece without a gap or pinch, and bent nails dance all over the surfacing like maggots. By Christ I am no carpenter. I built the roof for myself, the walls for myself,...
There is a fisherman in a rowboat.
He is playing the guitar while his nets are overboard.
Then a megalodon made of lasers surfaces violently and swallows the rowboat and fisherman in one gulp. The water is glowing.
Watchstrawberrykiwijuice:
your-future-bestfriend:
After the suspected bomber was arrested and Bostonians were off lock down, this happened.
This is Northeastern! Last night was full of feels. Singing, high-fiving, and feels.
The guy throwing peace signs and hugging everyone should be my friend.
It’s 4:20 on 4/20. Sounds like an excuse to post some lyrics I wrote tonight.
Weights and measures Quantities Little boxes Human beings A lapse of reason Insanity Something else Entirely
Well, we wait for so long We forget that it’s coming And we’re lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely.
Curves and angles Six degrees Form and function Locks and keys
Pressed together By necessity...
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The terrifying online omnipresence that is Lulu was introduced to me today. I have never known an app to stir up such complex mixed emotions.
nodus tollens
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters that you had originally skimmed through to get to...
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LIfe is crazy, y'all.
Things I’ve learned this week -
My superpower is to feel 100 things at once and internalize it so I can peel the paint of the walls of my throat later.
My best friend Michael Park is the best friend.
Music is 50% of my personality (for better or for worse)
On that note, writing is a physical need, like hunger. It’s not a feeling that you can put words to but when it hits you know...
-Will be played at my wedding
-Live
-Because...
I should probably smile more. I feel like I’m happy 85% of the time (on a background of hungry and bewildered) but I only show it 15% of the time. People always tell me they don’t think I like them and it’s crazy to me.
Mood music.
