February 2012
4 posts
December 2011
2 posts
When the winds of change blow some people build walls, and others build windmills.
( Chinese proverb )
I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather. I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration, I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a...
October 2011
4 posts
with great pleasure comes great pain. ( no one ever told me that ).
q: Would you rather live in a place you love, or with people you love?
a: How can you love a place without the people?
( via my brain )
A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was “This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?” The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way: “Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their...
September 2011
1 post
“I think Rick would have liked this prayer, because he lived his life, even the past five years, in the firm knowledge that, whatever his personal situation, the world is in fact a great and good and beautiful place, that all we need to do is to look around to see the natural magnificence and the human deeds, deeds such as Rick’s, in which we might identify God’s presence,’’ he said.
( via )
August 2011
1 post
Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again.
( via Frank O’Hara )
July 2011
1 post
I have come to believe that life is about getting your heart broken. But not in the typical sense of the phrase; more of in the missing-a-place-and-a-time-and-a-feeling sense.
Look back at your life. Recall an obscure memory.
Mine is my dad taking me to the video store to rent VHS tapes that came in plastic sleeves. This little girl and her dad, at Express Video circa 1997.
My heart aches.
June 2011
3 posts
I quit my job. I know this was a bold (see: irresponsible) decision on my part, but it was a dead-end gig in a toxic setting, and I was unhappy. The work was mundane, the management didn’t care to treat the employees well, and ultimately I felt by working there my contribution to the world was lousy. Things came to a slow boil and the time was right; I had to go. These minutes and days of...
Loneliness is a learned behavior, and the epitome of the human condition.
( journal entry dated 4.12.07 and via my brain )
I feel like people don’t have enough variation in their lives. That’s why kids get angry and lovers cheat and marriages fail.
We allow ourselves to become pawns to big government and even bigger corporations.
And money… and it’s just money. You have it; you don’t. You spend it; you save it. You invest it; you lose...
April 2011
4 posts
I love you with all of my being. I love you with every inch of my soul. I love you with my guts. I love you with my flesh and meat and bone and blood.
~
She’s gorgeous but she’s really crooked.
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
.
Leave everything. Leave Dada. Leave your wife. Leave your mistress. Leave your hopes and fears. Leave your children in the woods. Leave the substance for the shadow. Leave your easy life, leave what you are given for the future. Set off on the roads.
( via Andre Breton )
I always thought the idea of nostalgia was reserved only for my friends on the other side of fifty; those with graying hair, who can claim that something happened twenty or thirty years ago without batting an eye. For me, twenty-three years out of the womb, I’m beginning to liken myself to an aging hippy (cue my father), with all this constant reminiscence about the “good old days,” and the way...
March 2011
3 posts
Atop Russian Hill, on of those rare warm days: the streets speckled with trees, an ocean of rooftops at varied heights, majestic hillsides in the background… it was in this instant that I realized all of my favorite moments here were spent alone. And I was so damn tired of feeling alone.
It doesn’t have to make any sense, it just has to be words on paper.
The most universal of ideas are often found in the nuances; in the tiny bites that people take.
August 2010
1 post
The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same. ( via Carlos Castaneda )
Do not ask what the world needs. Ask what makes me come alive? and go do it. Because what the world needs is people that have come alive. ( via Howard Thurman )
He was born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. (...
June 2010
2 posts
I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather. I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration, I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides...
May 2010
4 posts
I’m starting to realize that the moments I miss the most were never even real.
( via PostSecret )
It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.
( via Joseph Campbell )
tattoo design via my brain
April 2010
6 posts
If you go home with somebody, and they don’t have books, don’t fuck ‘em.
( via John Waters )
“Why do we push oursevles so?” she asked.
“Because we can,” she replied. “Because we should,” she reaffirmed. “Because we must,” she concluded.
“Because, we’re too afraid of what will happen if we don’t.”
I just want a man to speak softly in a dark room; tickle my skin with his words.
“I always wanted to meet someone on public transportation. All these people are riding to and from work, and they’re all looking at their iPods. Why can’t they be looking at each other?”
( via Alicia Parlette on meeting her fiancé on the BART; they said their vows while Alicia was in hospice care with terminal cancer )
Career Aspirations: Professional Dreamer.
10-minute self portrait. No eraser.
I envision myself being a drawing instructor, and on the first day of class I make all the students bring every last one of their erasers to the front of the room. I then proceed to throw them in the trashcan. Horrified looks wash over their faces. “This lady’s a witch,” they whisper. “A devil-worshipper”, “A satanic...
March 2010
10 posts
For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin — real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.
( via Alfred D’Souza )
One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world’s end somewhere, and holds fast to the days, as to fortune or fame.
( via Willa Cather, “le Lavandou,” 1901 )
Interests: my cat, and other things that don’t speak. ( To be filed under cynicism )
To be a true artist you have to be an experimenter of all flavors, even when you’re frustrated at the book store without a pencil sharpener or a boyfriend.
It’s kind of fucked up to be the McDonald’s cow and think, “I got killed for dollar patties.”
I wanted to take you home and let you bite my pillow.
( via Craigslist Missed Connections )
We are all deserving of love.
( via Sandra Bullock’s Oscar acceptance speech )
Why live anywhere else when I could live here?
When do we cross the threshold of being too young to settle - and too old to be alone?
I think there’s so much art to the little things that never escape a person’s memory.
February 2010
1 post
“What makes you think you have anything important to say? Anything interesting?” This is my brain talking.
”How do you know people will give a shit about your boring story?” This is my brain on her high horse, kicking me when I’m down.
Just moments before these thoughts cropped up I had been lost in the idea of my yet-to-be-written, best-selling memoir. The book would be about the beautiful...
January 2010
2 posts
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you...
Although we’re all born alone, and as we shall all die alone, our lives are tangled together, woven intricately and delicately, like spiders on silk. It is the human condition to live a life of inseparable interconnectedness. And through this journey, while our minds tell us to ascribe to evils such as jealousy or pride, our hearts will forever remind us that selfishness is the downfall of...
December 2009
4 posts
^ One day, I will fall off the face of the earth and land here.