delicious ambiguity

some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.  life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.

delicious ambiguity,

gilda radner

just do it

i've got tattoo fever

[fuck yeah tattoos]

Can I Live Here Please?

king of the wild things

[tattoologist]

Fucking Rock n Roll

Mad Girl's Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

a villanelle by sylvia plath 

shake it like a poladroid picture

[poladroid]

jesus horses

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.

Fom the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.  One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose.  I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet. [the bell jar]

[flickr]

Goal for the Week

good girls go to heaven, but bad girls go everywhere

"women who pay their own rent don't have to be nice" 

katherine dunn

"women are not in the wrong when they decline to accept the rules laid down for them, since men make these rules without consulting them" 
michel de montaigne 

hey hawks

She&Him: M. Ward

so i went to a She & Him show downtown yesterday (it was awesome), mainly to see zooey deschanel, cutest girl in the universe. 

and something strange happened

my passionate girl crush on zooey deschanel was usurped by my hetero lust for m. ward. omigod. 

these pictures don't completely capture the sex appeal of m. ward for two reasons: last night he was rocking some facial hair that made him adorably scruffy. and i would argue that his hotness directly correlates to his ability to play the guitar (which he does beautifully, hence my lust)

don't worry. i still love zooey.

I [heart] the nineties (and boys with lip rings)

and boys with tattoos. but that's a story for a different time

GENIUS!!

Tosh.0
Video Breakdown - Pantsed on the Train
www.comedycentral.com
Web Redemption 2 Girls, 1 Cup Reaction Demi Moore Picture

WE HAVE TO FIX THIS

riot grrl manifesto

"we seek to create revolution in our own lives every day by envisioning and creating alternatives to the bullshit christian capitalist way of doing things."