Wednesday, April 23, 2014
broken english when my mother struggles to spell a word in english
I want to break the entire language
into little pieces
so the edges of these letters
will stop cutting her


— aysha via Diaspora Defiance
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Life

Life

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God, Allah, Universe—

I’ve been complaining a lot mostly because I’m anxious and unsure and scared of certain newnesses in my life. But I’m thankful for the new. Your love is not lost on me.

Love,
E

Tuesday, April 22, 2014
More of my desk notes.  You can tell work’s been slow when I’m scanning pictures of my post its.  Today: My life mantra. 

I’ve been feeling a strong pull to recenter and take stock again.  It might be a biannual urge.  It’ll be good.

More of my desk notes. You can tell work’s been slow when I’m scanning pictures of my post its. Today: My life mantra.

I’ve been feeling a strong pull to recenter and take stock again. It might be a biannual urge. It’ll be good.

Monday, April 21, 2014
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.
Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them  (via maddierose)

I have started talking to someone in the early stages who has been earnest, upfront, communicative. It’s everything I’ve told myself I’d wanted in a person. Yet, I’m at a point where I’m reticent to believe that anything means there’s real potential there. I’m hesitant to read into anything. I instead believe that he’s just a nice guy.

In turn I’m not totally comfortable with putting myself out there. I don’t want to go out on a limb and say

"You know what, Elaine, you could really like him."

Because the minute I do—I’m doomed.

Friday, April 18, 2014 Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Tonight with @lizzielizzie14. (at The Chapel)

Tonight with @lizzielizzie14. (at The Chapel)

My apartment is cold. Lying in bed to keep warm. Going to work from a coffee shop today. Might order some chips.

The reality of moving back to SoCal is sinking in and it’s making me nervous. I keep getting FOMO about turning down UMN but then I remind myself that I get to work with Jared Sexton, Christine Balance, Laura Kang, and Linda Voh, and David Goldberg, and Fatimah Tobing Roni!!! I did give up, however, Jigna Desai, Kale Fajardo, David Chang, and Erika Lee…

Fucking FOMO.

But I’ll be relatively debt free after. And well networked. And loved by my family and friends and community right?!?

she was special and unique because unlike other girls she read a book and drank a tea and didnt talk about a clothes

young adult authors everywhere 

 

#she was also the hetero and she liked to look at the stars at night

#And she was an old soul who raised herself, also her eyes were deep pools

#And she didn’t wear makeup but it was okay because she had flawless skin anyway

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Trolololo

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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

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