May 2009
WWII Postal Acronyms
exceptforthisone:
These are all acronyms written on the back of envelopes by soldiers during WWII… Now I see where the baby boom came from.
S.W.A.K. - Sealed With A Kiss (duh)
I.T.A.L.Y. - I’m Thinking About Loving You (I’m assuming loving with the heart here)
N.O.R.W.I.C.H. - (K)nickers Off Ready When I Come Home (no foreplay)
B.U.R.M.A. - Be Upstairs Ready My Angel (hott)
B.O.L.T.O.P. -...
April 2009
What your birth month tells about you →
I don’t really believe in these things that much but this part…:July Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.
Parties ARE good for something.
exceptforthisone:
I met my soulmate last night :D
Of course I’m seconding this!
papinothered:
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zoelulu:
whatiwore:
“When I was young fashion was all about feeling pretty. The whole point of putting something on was to make you feel good & pretty & special. Now all the fashion designers have decided we all need to look like teenage boys. So when you put something on you don’t feel pretty or good anymore, we’re expected to look like something we...
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I think I can do this.
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Once, I told you what I want to do when I “grow up.”
“No you don’t,” you said. You weren’t trying to convince me that it would be a waste of my talent and who I was. You were just so sure it was a phase I was going through.
How could you have that much faith in me, but nothing else?
(It’s still what I want to do, by the way.)
Leonard Cohen live in London →
It’ll only be up for a week (unless someone steals it or whatever) so take some time out and watch it.
I swear I was born at least ten years too late for most of my interests to be relevant.
My First New York →
Honestly, these posts are upsetting me about my experiences in New York (I’m only linking Meaghan’s because it was the most accessible to me).
I cannot honestly say that I remember the first time I ever saw New York City. I don’t know how old I was or the occasion for which we were visiting, but I can always remember the city being a regular presence in my life. From around age...
For me, the bicycle is the first step taken by humanity out of the patriarchal...
– from “Lost Letters (ii)” in The Book of Laughter and Forgetting by Milan Kundera (via bikepornftw)
One morning (and it will be soon), when everyone wakes up as a writer, the age...
– Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
and I hope that the opposite is true.
Someone who writes books is either everything (a unique universe in himself and...
– Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
Yes, I realize that you don’t know what I’m talking about, because...
– Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
It never occurs to anyone that she might have loved someone and that it was...
– Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
They opened and closed [their mouths] feverishly, with unbelievable speed, as if...
– Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
We write books because our children aren’t interested in us. We address...
– Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
I often have the impression my whole body is filled with the desire to express...
– Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
This section of the book was so full of moments of “yes! yes, that is it!” that it made me shake.
She does not want to give back to the past its poetry. She wants to give back to...
– Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
I imagine the world rising higher and higher around Tamina like a circular wall,...
– Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
I calculate that two or three new fictional characters are baptized on earth...
– Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
I Go Back to May 1937, Sharon Olds
poetry365:
I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,
I see my father strolling out
under the ochre sandstone arch, the
red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head, I
see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks with the
wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its
sword-tips black in the May air,
they are...
Isle Au Haut, D. Nurkse
poetry365:
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I spent that August in your mind
arguing with your thoughts,
proving to you the sea was salty,
the sun fiery—your no
I could undo by suffering,
your maybe was like twilight,
I could not counter it.
2
Flinty bluff with a bird
flying laboriously against a wind
we could not feel—how it tormented me
not to know the name:
osprey, merganser, jaeger …
3
We were so close we...
When you give up life for fiction, you become a character.
– Meredith Turits (via indieandyy)
david:
I love books!
This is pretty much the disclaimer to my life. Especially if you’re going to go into my bedroom.
You’re nothing, you’re insignificant. In this universe, you hardly...
– the greatest magician and master of sleight of hand in the world, Union Square, 4/26/09
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I can’t wait to see you again. Because things are going well and you’ll see me smile that incredible smile of mine and go “oh yeah, that’s what I’m missing.”
Lessons from an Apple Genius →
Thanks to following Marco and thereby seeing this post, I fixed my iPhone (which happened to be freaking out today [which was actually lucky cause some guy kept asking for my number and I could be like “whoops! my phone is broken!”])