Okay, I guess babies can be kind of fun sometimes.
4 months ago
Okay, I guess babies can be kind of fun sometimes.
4 months ago
If you saw me before 1994, you wouldn’t believe I am the same person. I used to be a beautiful girl. I used to be loved. I used to have fun at home. It is now all lost. It is now a nightmare. I feel I don’t have a bit of interest in life. … I am suffering now because of no other crime than having been born a Tutsi, and I am paying the price for the sins that I never committed.
from here.
4 months agoI love reading the New Yorker profiles. The profile of Gerald and Sara Murphy, the real-life inspiration for Dick and Nicole Diver in Gatsby’s Tender is the Night, is fascinating; at one point Gerald Murphy said “he became aware almost every conversation in the opening section of the book had some basis in an actual event or conversation.” So cool.
5 months agoThank you, internet. Thank you.
5 months ago
Um, marry me?
5 months ago
from here.
5 months agoI’ve been having this sort of watered-down insomnia lately. I can’t sleep; my skin itches, I’m hot, my neck aches, the blanket is too heavy, my eyes water, but I’m not quite awake enough to do anything productive or interesting. When I read my eyes jump all over the page, and when I’m on the computer they start to ache (adding to my list of maladies). I hate milk and chamomile tea tastes like pee. It seems like every creative, worthwhile, even vaguely interesting person had insomnia (and usually manic depression): Sylvia Plath, Mark Twain, Van Gogh, that dude from Fight Club. I, on the other hand, spend my latenight hours eating ice cream and chocolate cake (moose tracks and flourless, respectively) in my underwear while watching Felicity episodes illegally online. Wow. So helpful and productive to the world at large.
5 months ago
I’m having a problem finding interesting things to wear when the thermostat reads 90 and the hygrometer reads 90 percent. All the pictures I have in my inspiration file of cute Scandinavian girls in layers of sweaters and pretty Japanese boys in long coats are completely useless in the face of waiting for the bus in full sun at noon. I’m going thrifting today to find some more skirts/dresses/clothing better suited to sub-tropical climates, so hopefully that will yield some new prospects for adornment (so v. important in my fast-paced lifestyle).
The photo is of Douglas Fairbanks Jr. and Joan Crawford (then Mr. and Mrs.) on the beach of the “Golden Mile” of Santa Monica, California, Nicholas Murray in 1929.
6 months ago