simplybek:

NYC 1968

  10:04 pm  |   January 24 2012   |  11 notes   |  View comments  

“Obama Begins State Of The Union By Asking Congress To Imagine Newt Gingrich Standing Before Them”

— The Onion (via nickoftime)

(via brooklynmutt)

  9:59 pm  |   January 24 2012   |  72 notes   |  View comments  

Master of Gyroscopes by Random Rab

  2:34 am  |   December 28 2011   |  3 notes   |  View comments  

(Source: thebackwoodsbarbie, via countryandwestern)

  12:23 am  |   December 28 2011   |  118 notes   |  View comments  

wornjournal:

Clarissa Explains It All

  11:02 pm  |   December 27 2011   |  19 notes   |  View comments  

Dear Cary Mulligan,

Hi, I’m a 27 year old blogger (I know, right?) living in Brooklyn (again, I know) who thinks you are pretty rad. Can you break up with the guy from Mumford & Sons? They’re really awful. You’re better than that. I know what you’re thinking: “Sure, but I’m a successful lady and what would I want to do with a 27 year old blogger”. I understand that. I really do. But I am like the Christopher-Walken-in-Dead-Zone of spooning: when I spoon you, you will see your future. And that future is with me, obviously. I’m over the whole “manic pixie dream girl” shit. Really. Check my blog (wait actually don’t). You’re a woman. A lady. You can act the shit out of stuff. I can write. It’d be like that Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller thing (if Arthur Miller wore black Levis 514’s the whole year and wasn’t actually Arthur Miller). Anyway. I should go. Hit me back. 
Love,

N 

(Source: redvelvetteacake, via nedhepburn)

  1:42 am  |   December 24 2011   |  468 notes   |  View comments  

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Red State

  8:37 pm  |   December 23 2011   |  526 notes   |  View comments  

Tonight I’ve spent an ungodly amount of time swooning over Mary Kate’s hair. 

(via haveanicelifetoday)

  12:51 am  |   December 15 2011   |  23,964 notes   |  View comments  

“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”

—  Jonathan Safran Foer (via madonnasorgy)

  12:36 am  |   December 15 2011   |  68 notes   |  View comments  

“When I’m at work on a story, I never compose paragraphically. I write stand-alone sentences. I might fixate on three or four sentences a day. I’ll enlarge them to at least twenty-six-point type on the screen. I’ll futz around in their vitals, recontour their casings, and work a kind of reverse cosmetology on them to bring out any defining defects or birthmarks or swoonworthy uglinesses and whatnot. Only much later will one such sentence overcome its aloofness or diffidence and begin to make overtures to another sentence, which might be pages and pages away in the draft. The sentences eventually band together into paragraphs. The paragraphs, to me, are nervous little cliques or sororities of like-natured outcasts who put up with each other despite the friction. There’s a lot of rubbing the wrong way and very little mating of a peaceable kind. Getting something that might pass itself off as a story out of these uneasy alliances is in fact a pretty maddening and brutal ordeal. Among my deficiencies is a freaky neurological setup that keeps me from seeing wholes. So all I can see are parts, pieces, flickery fragments. I will never be up to writing a novel. It’s all I can do to even read one.”

— oh, Gary Lutz. I love him, or his sentences, and his sad sad recurring themes, so much. But I also want to shake him. Stop putting your sentences in 26-point font, Gary. You deserve to be happy. (via meaghano)

  9:37 pm  |   December 13 2011   |  88 notes   |  View comments