My poem in the Eunoia Review. Oh hey!
Two thoughts on my mind this Thursday.
1) I am having second thoughts about having switched my major to Sociology. I miss my literature classes. I miss novel on top of novel. I am scared of losing the love I have had for as long as I can remember.
2) It has been incredibly too long since I have been inked. I want to splurge on an intricate piece. More to come.
Why I will keep posting “selfies”
I feel so vein sometimes, posting “selfies.” I tease myself to make myself feel better about falling prey to the narcism of our generation. But then other times it makes perfect sense to me. I am just affirming the confidence I have in myself, in the beauty that we all do possess, during a time when the world thinks they can define beauty.
So really, every picture I take of myself and post online is like a “fuck off” to every other photo I see telling me I should look some other way.
And that ain’t nothing to be ashamed of.
I am sad tonight.
Sad like the old days.
Guys, I REALLY love my dog.I think that is what love is: the way we feel for our dogs.
Woot!A poem of mine has been accepted by the Eunoia Review for publication in April 2013. This is my first official (non-school associated) publication so I am REALLY hoping the world doesn’t end next month.
Sometimes you really think it will be different. You think you will be able to read the last sentence, close the book, and appreciate it for the incredible work of fiction that it is, for the world you got lost in for those few days or weeks, for the characters you got close to. Even when the bulk of pages is in your left hand and but a few in your right, you still REALLY think that it will be fine, just another good book finished. And it happens and there are no more words to read and you have absolutely no idea what to do next.
It’s seasonal beer time.
Heard there was a pumpkin Blue Moon. Aww yeah.
I haven’t felt this unexplainably down in a while.
So I gave into our generation’s inclination to be completely and utterly narcissistic…
I went and got an instagram. -___- I kno. I kno. But if there are any kind of people I want to follow its the guys that follow me on here.
Here I am @ellienatasha
Oh where to find a typewriter?
…of the non-electric variety.
I like school and all but I am mostly excited about the coming of fall because of Pumpkin Spice flavored things.
Banging my head against a brick wall…again…
One does NOT claim “the homeless” as a style inspiration and then go on to justify it by saying “they have to use what they can to look good.”
If you need me to elaborate on my reasons for that statement, just unfollow me.
Sometimes, it goes beyond politics. Sometimes it goes so far that I begin to lose hope in the goodness of your hearts. I am offended and hurt by the things you say you stand for, the things that you “believe” in.
Sometimes I am terrified that there are so many people like you, so many people with misguided ideas of simple biological processes; that there are so many people fighting against love and happiness and rights.
Sometimes it does get pretty scary, but then I realize there are the rest of us and that we are plentiful as well and that we are strong and growing and that we LOVE. WE LOVE ALL AND WE LOVE STRONG. I realize that and I know it will be okay.
Honestly, please, you guys have to start shutting the fuck up.
This is for the Republicans, because I am just so gotdamn sick of you all and the warped, backwards mindfucks you guys must play on yourselves to ACTUALLY defend your platforms. And then there is that Christianity you conveniently use to back up your “moral” stances……………..-___________- But nope, I’m just another looney radical liberal agnostic yapping about how Jesus was first and foremost a social worker who rejected wealth. Either your party is collectively the anti-christ or you’re all delusional.
That is my rant for the night.