I am scared because I feel nothing.
Ramen and cheap red wine...
…is the life I live…tonight.
Groceries by Amy Abig
You’re making sangria. We laugh down the wine-aisle. I tell you mine’s best—red wine and brandy. You say you’ll try it, someday, then look away. I confess to trying anything after two glasses, which is out of context but I want to get it out there. You raise an eyebrow at the possibilities. We smile across scented melons, grapes that dangle, berries blushing, smooth nectarines. I ask why you’re...
I Read So That I Don't Die
…One of my bookshelves sags. Another bookshelf teeters. The books that don’t fit on the shelves are in my closet, where normal people might keep sweaters. Buying (and reading) books for me is more than a habit; it’s an almost financially ruinous compulsion. But I like to think that it keeps me sane; at least, I don’t want to know what my life would be without books. If you meet me, you...
8:30 AM. Tuesday.
Me: *throws shot of whiskey back*
Her: You are fucking ridiculous.
Me: Inspiration. The life of a writer.
Her: The life of an alcoholic.
Me: Same difference.
So many words...
…a drunk tongue wishes to form.
Red, Red, Red- Fiona Apple
Blooming, I’m becoming hazy and disappearing like rotten flowers.– 有村竜太郎 (via fantasmi)
Sometimes, you are an asshole.
That is all.
You’re always haunted by the idea you’re wasting your life.– Chuck Palahniuk (via vividvoid)
This is all starting to feel like it was a bad...
…gin, juice and assembling of Ikea furniture at 2:30 AM probably isn’t too smart either.
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days...– a summation Charles Bukowski The Pleasures of the Damned: Poems, 1951 - 1993 (via ratak-monodosico)
All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life -...– Miranda July
First morning alone in my new apartment.
It feels great.