noraleah:
Cassette from my Ex, a website that posts those old, lovelorn mix tapes, nearly lost to the ages, with short essays that encapsulate the relationship.
Martha Bayne writes:
What leaps out at me now is how aggressively, hilariously unromantic this playlist is. Most of it is loud, snotty, cynical, depressive, angry, noisy—I mean, the first song is the Descendents’ “Clean Sheets.” There’s not a lot of romantic promise in “Even though you’ll never come clean you know it’s true. Those sheets are dirty. And so are you.”
I dig this site. However, it has the duel effect of making me feel good for being part of the modern interpretation of the mixtape dance (I make mix CDs for my long-distance guy) and also a little bad about my total lack of originality.
dress me up
jessicagoldharalson:
thewordunheard:
TUMBLR LADIES. or really anyone who wears dresses.
What are your favorite places to go for cute, light, not-$300 summer dresses? My birthday is coming up, my clothes are mostly thick and black, we have a week of weather with highs in the 90s in muggy Philadelphia and I have no air conditioning. This sounds like the logical next step.
Also I’m seeing Gogol Bordello on my birthday, so I think it’ll be fun to go all punk and get all sweaty and gross and grungy in the afternoon for the show, before washing up and dolling up nice to go out to dinner.
Try the fast-fashion shops first: Zara, H+M, Forever 21.
Then, try the mid-range chains: J.Crew, Banana Republic.
If you’re still SOL, try the sale basement of Anthropologie, a veritable treasure trove of deals.
American Apparel. Seriously. They have this flared dress that crosses and ties around your neck for, like $36 — and it’s amazingly flattering, high-quality … and did I mention amazingly flattering? Yeah.
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in a car, imagining a ball, grinding my teeth
When riding in a car on the highway, I feel compelled to imagine a ball bouncing over each telephone/electrical pole in succession. Uneven spacing is a serious problem, as the imagined ball is sort of sluggish. This will go on until I start grinding my teeth and eventually force myself to stop.
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i am neurotic.
i do this. only instead of a ball, it’s a monkey. and he has to swing from the shadows of the electric/telephone poles. and i don’t grind my teeth … but the essence is the same.
(sorry whoever posted the “i am neurotic” link first … i clicked, closed, and can’t find the post to reblog … sorry sorry sorry for my awful tumblr manners.)
hrrrthrrr:
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So we read Mary Doria Russell’s “The Sparrow” for book club this month. It was a hard sell for me. The woman who recommended it — who I affectionately refer to as “That Weird Hippie Chick”…
I think identifying behavior patterns — whether constructive or destructive — is an important way to get a handle on self-awareness. I had one of those “holy-crap-*blink*-*blink*” moments…
So … this has been a week full of adventure. The antibiotic I was taking for my sinus infection gave me a wretched allergic reaction — an itchy, ucky, ickle rash all over my self….
Jeffrey Brown
I emailed him today to tell him how his graphic memoir has become the litmus test of my romantic life. The test is simple: I lend people the book. If they like it, they are allowed to stay. If they don’t, they get chucked.
I don’t handle illness well. I find it proof that my body is capable of failure (and it seems like foreshadowing of the big, imminent “FAIL”).
That said, this week’s sinus infection was…
