if there’s anything i’ve learned/am learning the most recently it is this:...– You Are Remarkable
Being Happy (Gala Darling) →
this says it all, really…
IMPORTANT: Sometimes, despite your charm, intelligence, and great good looks,...– Kate Bornstein in her fantastic book, Hello Cruel World: 101 Alternatives to Suicide for Teens, Freaks & Other Outlaws
I think it’s about time I acquired a copy of My Gender Workbook. I’d consider myself 98% superfemme, girly girl, foxy lady, natural woman, etc. etc. But there is a part of me that really digs being dashing & charming & dapper in a boys’ shirt & tie. oh, I don’t fuckin’ know. Can I just be QUEER?!
turning agonizing crushes into a joy source
Step 1: Accept that They don’t love you; They’re not interested; it’s never going to happen. Step 2: Acknowledge all the many many reasons why They are, in fact, wrong for you; why it’s better this way. (Make sure these reasons are legitimate & genuine.) Step 3: Appreciate what you have, instead of pining for what you don’t. Other helpful tips: -Release any...
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our suggestions for the week (I don't know why I...
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extra-long things i love thursday
-“wishful words” exercises (e.g. CAREER/JOB: fulfilling, creative, interesting, silly, relaxed, variety… RELATIONSHIP: comfortable, loving, playful, communicative, evolving… etc.) -weird & delightful romantic dreams about the expected & the unexpected, the famous & the commonplace. (e.g. jim halpert; penn badgley; a boy who died 3 years ago; a boy i see all...
If you were so perfect Then why did I feel unfulfilled? But if you were never...– my song Such a Shame
Max: (reading from his fortune cookie) "You tend to have deeper thoughts than you can express to others."
Me: Is that true?
Max: Oh yeah, man, I'm so deep. No one understands me. (stuffs entire fortune cookie into his mouth & chews loudly)
Make a radical change in your lifestyle & begin to boldly do things which...– Jon Krakauer
Weird verbal habits I used to have
1. Starting questions with “riddle me this” e.g. “Riddle me this: what time is your birthday party at?” 2. Ending statements with “…secretly” e.g. “Today I wrote a new song that’s kind of awful… secretly.” “I think her haircut looks really bad… secretly.” 3. Using dinosaurs as examples for everything e.g....
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I want amnesia so I can relive each kiss with a perfect newness that leaves me...– Shane Koyczan
Me: What bra size are you?
Me: I'm a 36B.
Mom: Whoa, jealous! Jeez, woman!
Me: ...That doesn't even mean anything. It just means I have a bigger ribcage than you.
Mom: No, cup size is... your size!
Me: I know - but how is a 36B a bigger cup size than a 32B?!
Mom: OH, I thought you said 36C!
Me: I WISH!
Mom: I KNOW!
Valiant Vixens interview →
This was the first & only band I’ve been in that has actually been… not terrible. It showed me that I actually am capable of songwriting collaborations. They’re not my preferred method (for whatever reason, there is still a great magic that arises when it’s just me & a notebook & my instruments in my room) but they are a possibility & that is freeing.
How is it that I absolutely DETEST the fact that sleep is necessary to my existence, & yet I seem to be known amongst my friends as “the lazy one who, about 63% of the time you telephone her, will be half-asleep when she answers the phone”? Seasonal Affective Disorder bites, dude. Also, I just uninstalled my Twitter widget thing on this blawg because it was allowing STRANGERS...
Me: Your logic is full of fallacies.
Max: YOU'RE full of phalluses!
Me: ...That's not what I said.
My Ten Commandments of Ultimate Happiness
1. Explore, expand, and share your talents. Those things you can do that are special and magical and uniquely yours? Those are meant to be swept out into the world. Always be improving yourself, and don’t be afraid to allow others to witness those improvements. That might mean playing your songs for the people they’re about, or painting portraits of your friends, or putting on a play for your...
How To Break Up (by Zoe Whittall)
Clasp your hands. She is not a precious stone. Remember you did not like holding hands because of the height difference. Buy ripe fruit with few bruises. Hum a sad song quickly. Bathe in vinegar. Lather in shea butter. Buy a new pen. When people ask you on dates, say yes, don’t pretend you can’t hear them. If you miss her, it only means you miss her. Remember that you won’t ever...
Each of us deserves the freedom to pursue our own version of happiness; to make...– President Obama
I have just entered into one of those moods where I want to stay up all night. I want to watch movies & write poetry & make art & eat cereal & cuddle my cat & play online Scrabble & flirt with internet suitors & torrent documentaries & guzzle coffee & blog too much & drown in nostalgia. I think I just might.
I am not a propaganda canvas (a pseudo-sonnet)
I am not a propaganda canvas, Bleached and waiting for your masterpiece. Nor am I a new, naïve, young vessel, Cargo hold just begging to be filled. I paint my own bright colours every day: A visionary, indisputably. Create the blueprints, then construct myself With bricks and planks and brave tenacity. If your epiphanies need propagation, Go and find yourself a willing fool. Go mine the...
When Oprah Winfrey hosts a ball, If you have plans, you drop them all. You read the invitation twice And closely follow its advice. If you are asked to dress “high fashion,” Seek couture with utmost passion. Otherwise, you’ll have to answer To a big and burly bouncer. I was asked (to my delight) To a soirée in black and white. Guests caught wearing other tones, The invite warned,...
Paul McCartney - This Never Happened Before
I’m very sure This never happened to me before I met you and now I’m sure This never happened before Now I see This is the way it’s supposed to be I met you and now I see This is the way it should be This is the way it should be for lovers They shouldn’t go it alone It’s not so good when you’re on your own So come to me Now we can be what we want...
Transit Flashbacks (first draft of a micro-fiction...
i. Nuit Blanche 2009. As fascinating as the Vanity Fair portraits at the ROM may be, they are not caffeinated, and it is 5AM. I salute my comrades and retreat to Museum station. It is deserted. The only way not to fall to a sleepy, dirty death on the tiled floor is to pace in a tight, heavy circle until the train arrives. I brandish my umbrella for protection against rapists who aren’t there. By...
When trying to help people who are grieving, it’s really useful to know their senses of humor very well.
a winter memory that still makes me laugh
Me: Do you like my new coat? I feel like a movie star!
Cadence: It's huge! You look like a blimp!
Charlotte: SHE LOOKS LIKE A MOVIE STAR.
bighelps: Rain From the Ceiling Featuring Kaiya Cade and Elijah Teitelbaum (http://freedomanditsowner.tumblr.com and http://elijahteitelbaum.tumblr.com) I’m very sorry about the sound and quality on the internet. The other day I went busking with Kaiya for the first time in months. Strangely, it made me miss her even more. Here’s a video of her playing a song!
When will they finally reveal the evidence that sexual orientation is locked in at birth? I kind of feel like maybe this scientific research is being suppressed… It seems impossible to me that it wouldn’t have been definitively proven by now.
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