food/body/weight/whatever fucked up shit behind the cut and by fucked up i mean, like, horrible clearly dysfunctional thoughts (also, like, person who’s never had an actual eating disorder talking about these things, so), also sort of self-harm, like,consider yourself warned
June 2013
5 posts
like a pair of bottle rockets: all animals featured in Joanna Newsom's songs (in order) →
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Beetles, canaries, tadpoles, seabirds, worms, mollusks, boars, birds, herrings, horses, larks, bats, dragons, bumblebees, clams, crabs, cockles, cowries, meadowlarks, sparrows, baboons, sows, grouse, hens, butterflies, birds, monkeys, bears, blackbirds, doves, lions, burros, dogs, whales, snails, hound-dogs, squids, seagulls, spiders, sea-cows, rattlesnakes, vultures, cats, moths, frogs, daddy longlegs, tarantulas, flies, rats, trouts, mares, rabbits, bunnies, cranes, deer, goldfish, jackrabbits, hawks, elephants, geese, wolf-spiders, crickets, bulldogs, waxwings, swans, pups, serpents, snakes, kingfishers, and lambs.
May 2013
6 posts
reading reading (words)
legs shaking (it’s not love)
talk about chch (i don’t have time for this)
dear dennis (this is real.)
I Like Fucking
bikini kill
Bikini Kill - I Like Fucking
I believe in the radical possibilities of pleasure, babe
April 2013
5 posts
James and the Giant Blake
My form tutor emailed us a word document with everyone in the form’s name on and a space to write something positive about each of them. Everything written about us will then go on a card that we’ll be given when we leave in a few week’s time.
Oh wow! Can’t wait to find out that 16 people think I’m, ‘Quiet but nice.’
March 2013
6 posts
A CARELESS MAN'S CAREFUL DAUGHTER: →
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the moment when you are reading a thread on a message board you’ve been a member of for ten years about how a kid you’ve seen posting there forever is dead and it’s probably a suicide and you start typing “RIP stupid ass” because that’s what everyone else in the thread is doing but then you stop and actually read what you wrote like a normal person would and realize that you just typed “RIP stupid ass” and start hitting the delete button, defeated and confused
the moment when you say goodbye to your girlfriend over gchat knowing you won’t talk to her for a few days because she is entering a country that heavily restricts internet access
the moment you realize that by posting the birthday gift you made for her on your tumblr you inadvertently gave music websites a reason to post a story that contains the search terms “taylor swift”, “justin bieber”, and “grimes” right in the headline
the moment you spend listening to “two blue lights” by songs:ohia and think about how different the experience of listening to it now while feeling sad is from the time you listened to it a month ago when you didn’t feel sad at all and you were just kinda going through stuff on spotify to see how it held up
the moment right before you hit publish on a shitty tumblr post you make trying to explain your feelings by talking in the second person, where you think about all of the pictures of cats you are going to look at after this and hope that will do the job
