Just had a wave of longing for California. A big one. It manifested as an upper body roll. Never felt that way about a place before.
A Lap Death
One time a baby squirrel died in my lap. It is was breathing, feeding, suckling from an eye dropper, then in some infinitesimal instant, it stopped living. It inhaled atmosphere, expeled what couldn’t save it, then ceased to be. And it doesn’t matter. This baby squirrel was one of a nest of baby squirrels that were being reared in a tree in my mom’s yard. Until my stepfather...
Just learned it costs more to have a dog walked in my building each month than what I paid in rent for a two bedroom home (with yard) in Nashville, Tennessee.
The Sweetest Thing
Watching this Australian Shepard slowly, slowly, ever-so-slowly herd his elderly owner.
Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.– Ray Bradbury (via danceabletragedy)
Four years of grave digging with a nice volume of poetry or a book of philosophy...– Charles Simic (via theparisreview)
pacella: Not a big fan of some of the NYPD. The some that did this, in particular.
Guy 1: "I love the Bay Area."
Guy 2: 'Yeah, but it's expensive.'
Guy 1: "Expensive? You live in NY!"
Guy 2: 'I know but you can make money in NY, you can't there.'
I’d like to have a female roommate who would be comfortable if we occasionally...– This girl I follow on the internets is looking for a roommate in NYC, and her experience in finding one is, to say the least, bizarre. (via okayteresa)
nevver: I can think of no more stirring symbol of man’s humanity to man than a fire engine. —Kurt Vonnegut, The New Inquiry
I have been alone since Tuesday. New York is teaching me to be content by myself with great aplomb.
Yesterday I took the M11 bus to Central Park to read and hoop and watch some guy get escorted out of the park for showing everyone his wiener. But on the way, on the bus, a woman riding a Rascal boarded the bus. Problem is, she didn’t know how to park it. The driver pulled up the seats in the front to make space for her Rascal, but she had to parallel park it and she…just...
Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I...– Neil Gaiman (via moufles)
No Matter What
Crushes 4 life.
Summer of Discontent
Autumn may be en route, but this sticky summer is still in swing, taking your pretty makeup job and turning it into a swirly mess of sweat and blush. You become so hot you choose to go without pants despite prickly legs you aren’t exactly proud of. Your dress clings to your back like a jealous mate. You pull all your sopping strands into a sloppy bun any dancer would be ashamed to sport,...