May 2012
2 posts
Chances are any time I think I’m really clever, I’ve certainly fucked something up.
April 2012
18 posts
If I reblog my own post, will tumblr implode?
Will it set off an apocalyptic chain of events that will ultimately bring the world crashing to its knees?
An even better question is, why have I been sitting here for an hour having to pee? Why don’t I just go already? I can’t be bothered. Why are bodies so goddamn high maintenance?!
Nobody else really cares about the world inside...
Kenna!
You tumble as I type and type as I tumble.
Peekaboo, I see you.
Hard to be soft,
Tough to be tender.
Motorcades
When the motorcades come racing through the streets of DC, pushing other motorists aside and jamming up pedestrian traffic, I like to stand in the crowd trying to catch glimpses of faces shadowed by tinted glass and pretend to myself that they’re heading out on some kind of top-secret government field trip, like to the zoo or the air&space. I imagine all the puffed up, self important,...
kennabot:
I tried drinking crystal lite out of a cup and it splashed into my eye.
Not five minutes later Bree smacked herself in the glasses with the hookah hose.
We Benesh girls sure are graceful.
lyk dis if u cry evertim
It’s necessary to have people in your life that remind you of all those courageous things you said and believed before life tore you down. They dredge it all back up from the depths, treasures dripping and glittering between their fingers, hungry to see the light again, and look at you tenderly as if to say, “Look. Remember. All these things are still inside you. Don’t let the...
Omnomnom
Kenna: You know what?
Me: What...?
Kenna: You have GELATO.
Me: Oh Fuck.
“We’ve looked into the issue you are experiencing and found that what...”
– #techsupportfail #headdesk
Just existing together
I love that kenna and I are in the same room, not talking, just listening to music and quietly tumble-stalking each other on our phones… #truelove
“I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.”
– -F. Scott Fitzgerald (via schizoidblues)
Back...?
Kenna says I need to get back on tumblr. I dunno, I’m short on time and can’t access it at work, but I’ve downloaded the app on my phone. We’ll see how this works out.
June 2010
13 posts
the good, the bad, and the listy...
List of Bad
Everything’s all fucked up.
Work is full of bullshit.
My coworker pulled a serious bitch move on me today.
I’m behind on a rather big project for work.
I have trouble focusing lately.
Things with Marc are….strained. Don’t know how else to put that.
I feel crappy about myself.
My finances are kind of awry.
My house is a mess.
My hair is weird.
My tummy...
loveyourchaos:
i really want to believe in heaven, you know, because i really want to see you again.
been sleeping better this week. it makes a huge difference.
things with dave are pretty great, and that is happymaking.
something’s been going on for the past couple weeks though, in another area of my life, that’s been getting me pretty down. i dont want to talk about whats going on. i just want to be able to say that something is, and that it’s having an effect (affect? never...
COOKIE CAKE PIE
KENNA & EMMY — THIS IS FOR YOU…
…TO MAKE FOR ME! LOL.
But seriously. Let’s do this:
Cookies, Cakes and Pies are basically the holy trinity of baked goods. Separately, each is wonderful in its own way. Cookies and milk after school. Birthday cake. Pie at Thanksgiving. But what if—just what if—all of this awesome could be combined into one singular...
May 2010
25 posts
polyamory is hard and causes me lots of heartache.
why do i have to choose the hard road? life would be so much easier if i just walked the well-trodden path. sometimes i really wish the “normal life” fit. i’ve tried, tho, and it just doesn’t. life is not one size fits all.
I am all-the-fuck about this.
I fully admit it. I am a dork for LotS. And this most recent episode was FUCKING HOT. I love Cara.
In sad, much less hot news, I’ve heard rumors that LotS will be cancelled after this season. Hearing that makes me feel like this:
and this:
I feel like crying all the time, and I don't know...
And just as suddenly, I feel like laughing at myself.
Dissolving into a mess of giddy and hollow, laughing and gasping and sobbing until I’m empty of it all.
I don’t know how I feel, only that I do and it’s intense. It makes me feel lonely and isolated, this inability to interpret or explain. All that’s left to me is wordless expression, this pressure in my chest, this...
As my older sister
skeletoninthecloset:
zombree:
skeletoninthecloset:
You’re obligated to hang out with me.
Just so you know, we’re hanging out soon.
I miss you and I like sleeping on your couch.
You free this weekend? Saturday works best for me! (I have class on saturday 9am-5pm)
^_^ Not this weekend, but you bet your cute self I’m all free next weekend.
Bah!!! Next weekend I am out of town. Thwarted!...