November 2010
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Nucky: In these days of indigestion it is often times a question as to what to eat and what to leave alone. Every microbe and bacillus has a different way to kill us and in time they all will claim us for their own. There are germs of every kind in every food that you can find in the market or upon the bill of fare. Drinking water's just as risky as the so-called "deadly" whiskey. And it's often a mistake to breathe the air.
October 2010
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Mom: What movie is this?
Me: It's Amelia. It's about the woman that tried to be the first female to fly around the world, but then she gets lost.
Mom: Dumbass. That's why they didn't let women fly. She should have stayed in the kitchen.
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Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
– Macbeth act 1 scene 1
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Although this week isn’t over yet, I think I can accurately call it a good week. As long as I’m busy, I’m happy. And I’ve been busy.
I can’t wait for Saturday.
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Me: -Abruptly opens door-
Father: Yeah?
Me: I'm getting a tattoo.
Father: No. Wait, what?! No.
Me: No, I'm getting a tattoo.
Father: No, you're not.
Me: I'm telling you, I'm getting one.
Father: No. You always said when you were younger that you didn't like them.
Me: I'm getting a tattoo.
Father: Of what? I have to see what it is, know the meaning and find out where first.
Me: Behind my ear. I'll show you when I get it.
Father: No, I need to know first.
Me: Right.
Father: I mean, I have no problem with it. Just show me what it is first.
Me: Right.
Father: Okay then.
Me: I'm getting it, regardless.
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Mom: She just kind of dove in after barking orders at me. She wasn't very nice, but she did a good job.
Me: Did it hurt?
Mom: A lot. But it was my first time. At least I didn't bleed.
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The silver Swan, who living had no Note,
when Death approached, unlocked her...
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Margaret: When I was a girl in Ireland, a raggedy man would come 'round every Spring with a little bantam rooster. He trained it to peck out The Mountains of Mourne on a toy piano that hung on his chest.
Lucy: So?
Margaret: Well the first year he came, we, all of us, the girls in that place, we thought it magical. The second year, we laughed behind our hands at the odd man in his tatter. And the third year, we didn't even go, because The Mountains of Mourne was all that little rooster could ever do.
Lucy: So, what's the point?
Margaret: That maybe you cunny isn't quite the draw you think it is.
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You’re a guest. You get up and I’ll break your legs.
– Al Capone
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I completely gave up all hope on that “too good to be true” scholarship to Lenoir-Rhyne University I was told about what seems like months ago. For that reason, I started completing the application for UNC Asheville. I was proposed a possible living arrangement, and even if that falls through, I can dorm on campus. Whatever, I just need to get my currently-failing-at-life butt to...
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Every woman is insane. Every man is, in fact, an idiot.
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Conscience in Art by O. Henry
“I never could hold my partner, Andy Tucker, down to legitimate ethics of pure swindling,” said Jeff Peters to me one day. “Andy had too much imagination to be honest. He used to devise schemes of money-getting so fraudulent and high-financial that they wouldn’t have been allowed in the bylaws of a railroad rebate system. “Myself, I never believed in taking any...
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I leave Tumblr to find some purple. I come back...
This is why I love you, Tumblr.
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