February 2012
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I’m reading “homo things” at Bluestockings (i.e, the Portlandia feminist bookstore of Manhattan) tonight at 7 if you want to come!
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IT’S ACTUALLY A RADICAL POLITICAL STATEMENT THAT I WAKE UP EVERY FUCKING DAY IN...
– Here. I guess I feel this way, minus the caps lock.
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The guy next to me has been interviewed by a L Magazine reporter for fifteen minutes now about his beard, so don’t worry about me babies.
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kcclassy asked: I saw your article on thoughtcatalog and loved it! Just wondering, was that your first submission? How exactly did the submission process go for you?
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Anonymous asked: Haha...ok. Funny coincidence....you're talking about another Amanda:) Happy to know cuz I was like "Hey, I am grown up.." I'm the person in the photo, and these ARE my goats. I think you can imagine how confused I was at first. Have a good one!
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I admit, I am afraid of isolation,
and of the way the land breaks off here...
– Stacie Cassarino, Northwest
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I baked chocolate chip cookies with crushed potato chips in them for my daddy and ate two for dinner plus some batter and now I could pass out but I’m afraid I’ll vomit in my sleep :(
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I have a habit of dwelling, but things have been going really well for me lately, though not too much is that different.
I’ve been thinking of all of the good things in my life. I have a person whom I love an indescribable amount (i.e., I won’t bore you by describing it.) I have a job I love and that truly makes me happy. I’m moving to a darling apartment with a good friend....
January 2012
70 posts
BUT YOU TOLD ME THAT OATMEAL WAS LOW-SUGAR.
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Insincere Fingerprints: Know that I love you →
iamwickedgay:
more than the times that you’ve fed me breakfast.
more than the times that I’ve held your hand on our walk home.
more than the times that I’ve kissed you goodnight.
more than the times that I’ve held you at stop lights.
more than the times that I’ve watched movies with you in bed.
more than…
She is two parts flesh
and one part secondhand clothing.
She presses her knee...
– Arlene Ang, The Plagiarist (via grammatolatry)