February 2010
113 posts
god help me i friggin LOVE stevie nicks.
January 2010
190 posts
what is the most outrageous/insane thing you would...
choke on my juice?? more like produced floating bubbley heart shapes immediately from the top of my head!! good choice, obliteratedheart!
obliteratedheart:
Mine would be to swim beside a colossal squid. Did you just choke on your juice? Yea I did too. One: because that sure as hell won’t happen and two: I’m terrified of deep waters.
nas and salinger: a match made in... →
the truth about bacon. →
special thanks to la ortenzi for showing me the light!
so cooking might be yoga, but can bacon be yoga? →
this article is def amazing. above features the best line from it.
but also here’s another one:
“if we become aggressive and intolerant towards those who do eat meat, is that an act of kindness?” she said. “if your grandmother is making a wonderful meat dish that you have loved since you were a child, is it yoga to push it away?”
“here’s to the crazy ones. the misfits. the rebels. the trouble-makers. the round...”
– jack kerouac
is tumblr freaking eating itself? i feel like i see the same damn posts and the same lame pictures every other day. am i losing my mind or is tumblr doing it for me? gah. blurg.
obama gives a shout out to stanton elementary at... →
puffing that chest out proud for one of our schools in SE!! i see you kfahje!
amos lee’s night train is a little bit like warm jack in my throat.
“this is my depressed stance. when you’re depressed, it makes a lot of difference...”
– my man, charlie brown
happy bday, ginny woolf. if my hypothetical teleporter also had a time function, oh the questions i’d have for ye!
i really wanted to buy a magazine today
but as an avid follower of miss electric, i have learned that january has produced a disappointing harvest, so i shall wait until february.
tesslynch: pixies — here comes your man
another one for my boo….
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single tear for conan, morning edition.
mary oliver and i share a brain.
who made the world? who made the swan, and the black bear? who made the grasshopper? this grasshopper, i mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. now she...
