I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I’ll be at the table When company comes. Nobody’ll dare Say to me, “Eat in the kitchen,” Then. Besides, They’ll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed— I, too, am America. -Langston Hughes
In the summer I stretch out on the shore And think of you Had I told the sea...– Nizar Qabbani (via lunarroseaerialelm) (via veeahknee)
so my friend and I were talking about what our favorite names were/the names we enjoyed/the names we would give our children (even though we’re both not keen on having any). I came up with: Ella, Aris (short for Aristotle), Lavender, Amber, Hazel (yes, all colors), Schuyler (both genders), Kyle (both genders), Chloe, Hayden (both genders), Madeleine, Madelyn, Amie (yes, after the Damien...
dirge without music
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you...
speaking of the mall...
I still hate work. I hate working in the 90 degree fitting room. I also hate when people bring in 93895745938 items to try on even though they only end up buying 1 or two things. I also hate that the same 8 songs play over every hour. I loathe forever 21.
professionalwidow: Scenarios in the mall - I’m observing couples as they stroll by hand in hand: Ugly dude with a very hot chick. Ugly dude is obviously rich. Semi-decent dude with a defect on his face - like he is missing half a nostril - with a very hot chick.Semi-decent half a nostril dude is obviously rich. Fat dude with a decent chick. Fat dude is obviously really rich. Really bad show...
take me back to college. I’m tired of the summer and tired of being tired.
i haven’t been myself for a month. i’ve been trying too hard to be this person I want to be instead of being the person I am. i guess it all finally caught up with me. ha.
work has consumed my life
I’m working this: Sunday: 1-8, Forever 21 Monday: 10-5, Rita’s Tuesday: OFF Wednesday: 10-5, Rita’s Thursday: 4-10, Forever 21 Friday: 10-5, Rita’s Saturday: 11-4, Forever 21 FML
If men could menstruate … clearly, menstruation would become an enviable,...– Gloria Steinem
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dypsonian: I’ve been growing a trend of singing everything in terms of blah. If i wanted to say something, I would express it in terms of blah. Blah is the language of love; power is issued by blah. Windows are draped with blahness, the world is viewed by blah. Blah makes blah blah blah. blah blah blah, blah blah blah. Blah, Blah Blah blah blah. Blah Blah Blah. Blah.
I only got one because Vianey finally got a tumblr! I will be sucked into the twitter universe…at least i’m following Snoop Dogg, Michael Ian Black, and Tucker Max? Anyways, congrats Vianey for getting a tumblr! (everyone should check her out—er check out her tumblr not her)
my landlord seems extremely awkward for a middle aged man…
on a lighter note
I was absolutely bored at prom but didn’t want to hurt my date’s feelings so I lied when he asked if I had fun. I think I had more fun talking about menthols vs lights with marie outside. Does that make me a bad person? At least I didn’t actually bring a flask…and I still refuse to see tagged photos of myself at prom
Do you ever feel like the words coming out of your mouth sound vapid, shallow, and seem to have no depth to them? Yeah, lately I feel that way. I guess I realized it when I was having a conversation with my friend Vin the other day. “It seems like no-one’s really interested in what the other has to say” -Vin I guess we were feigning interest in what the other had to say? I just...