Tuesday, March 1, 2011

I hope all my hallmates like this song because it's all I'm listening to on repeat

Monday, February 28, 2011

I knew she wasn't English
Because she spoke it far too well
The grammar was goodly, the verbs as they should be
And the slang was bang on the bell
So as the language barrier clanged and banged
I couldn't hear--hear or see
England, London, and Bow
Crumbled into the sea.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Be Drunk, Charles Baudelaire

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."

Saturday, December 25, 2010

merry christmas!

being home in my old room has brought up all sorts of past Issues I thought I was done with, but it hasn't stopped me from having a rather nice Christmas! Oscar Wilde biography, Old Goriot, chocolate, and socks. hello, cowboy.

Friday, December 24, 2010

mon idole

In that wild throb when all existences
Seemed narrowed to one single ecstasy
Which dies through its own sweetness and the stress
Of too much pleasure, ere Persephone
Had bade them serve her by the ebon throne
Of the pale God who in the fields of Enna loosed her zone.
Oscar Wilde

I am bored by the things that I do.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

withnail and i

I am going to move to this house on the cliff, and no one else can come.

also: I hate attractive people.

Monday, December 20, 2010

there, covered in ash, covered in glass, covered in all my friends

happy birthday to me ! I'm nineteen, a nice prime number. here are things I want: