oleanderss: when they told me to not make homes out of people i laughed because who would be foolish enough to plant the seeds of themselves in a skin that wasn’t theirs, or in a smile they didn’t own but when i turned to show you there was only quiet empty space and my roots from around your ribcage
Applying for jobs… rewriting babysitter as “childcare provider”. I hate myself for this.
I just came home to a new, 16-letter, wireless password, and verizon fios, so now I don’t know any of the channels… what happens when I leave this house!?
[singing in shower] [simon cowell appears] “its a no from me”
You don’t really eat jello… You just… Sorta… Inhale it. It’s strange. Deliciously strange.
You want to be a writer, don’t know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a...– Paul SImon (via becauseicouldnotstop)
You have a heart of gold and I am kneeling in your bloodstream panning for the...– Andrea Gibson (via breathemystardust)
I currently possess 88 pages of my original work in screenplay format… I can’t believe I’ve fucking written this much.
Yo... roasted red pepper hummus... great shit.
Directly, or indirectly, everything we write is for someone.– Unknown (via cuula)
I could read this book summary all damn day: Esperanza is looking forward to a comfortable train ride, but they sure don’t board the fancy car with leather seats. Instead, they board a car with wooden benches, crowded with peasants. It’s dirty and smelly. Esperanza has never been around peasants before. She tells Mama that they can’t ride in this car—it’s not clean, and...
Just perfected breakfast in a bowl...
Combine 3/4 cup of water and 1/4 cup quick-cook grits in a measuring cup. Add a smidgen of butter (like literally, a tiny bit guys), lots o’ pepper, a dash of salt, garlic powder and parsley. Microwave for 3 minutes and 35 seconds. Stir in two slices of cheese, until melted, which you’ve pre-ripped while waiting for the grits to cook. Taste to see if it needs more pepper; if...
I was supposed to be a Mexican, then came Manifest Destiny and I became Mexican...– Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano (via xicanaprincess)
Things I would wear the shit out of...
We’d read each other like books we were endlessly fascinated by.– From Frances and Bernard by Carlene Bauer
But how could you live and have no story to tell?– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights (via perfect)
student: can i borrow a pencil
teacher: i don't know, CAN you?
student: yes, also colloquial irregularities occur frequently in any language and since you and the rest of our present company understood my intended meaning being particular about the distinctions between "can" and "may" is purely pedantic and arguably pretentious
Brilliant Move By Mother →
If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.– A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner
I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m...– Andrea Gibson this. a thousand times this. (via athousandhours)