Moving out in 2 days.
Pulled muscle in my back and I am pretty sure my lungs are rotting in the same manner as Keats’s but we’ll keep an open mind and call it an upper respiratory infection instead. Treatment, however, is nothing like the vapors of southern Europe. Instead I get to work through it and then there is also my period.
But in two days, and more fully in ten, I will say I’m going home now and press my nose into a warm apartment with three beings I love so much I cannot even think of it without a sting in my eyes.
No more crying. There is too much mucus in my head as it is.
6:50 pm • 13 November 2012 • 1 note
theparisreview:
A bitter pill
doesn’t need
to be swallowed
to work. Just
reading your name
on the bottle
does the trick.
As though there
were some anti–
placebo effect.
As though the
self were eager
to be wrecked.
—Kay Ryan, “Bitter Pill”
Art Credit Robin Cracknell
8:29 pm • 2 November 2012 • 746 notes
Lithograph by Joseph E. Baker showing the trial of a woman charged with witchcraft, Salem 1892
(via vintagegal)
8:25 pm • 30 October 2012 • 1,228 notes
Daydreaming of New Nests
and a partner, too!
D & I have signed a lease and my incessant search for “For Rent” posts (online and in person) has been replaced with DIY fever.
Between that and discovering that my beautiful boyfriend tears off his toenails instead of clipping them, this Sunday is the best.
Also, I made two batches of yummy pasta to last my broke ass until Thursday:
1) Pesto penne with roasted red pepper sauce, olives, and salmon
2) Pesto penne with roasted beet & garlic & cheese (asiago & parmesan)
7:02 pm • 28 October 2012 • 3 notes
3 nights of party. I don’t care what day it is. Halloween is over.
(Source: bunnyprincesshigh, via panache-halloweentown)
3:57 pm • 28 October 2012 • 344,593 notes
vintagegal:
Anjelica Huston and Michael Jackson in a promotional photo for Captain EO (1986)
6:41 pm • 23 October 2012 • 1,583 notes
