Steady, As I Go



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the life and times of taara k









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theparisreview:

“It’s the story of what it means to live in a cultural climate that stifles almost every creative impulse, and why it so often seems we should stop trying.”

Dan Piepenbring on Cory Arcangel’s new book, Working on My Novel, a compilation of tweets from people who are putatively at work on novels.


and i come home wanting to peel this skin off, and re-do the day

i know in my head that im not the same me anymore. but im still reacting and behaving like some former version of myself.

11:38 pm, by taara

This is an actual problem

I can’t tell if feeling anxiety makes me think about my mother or if thinking about my mother gives me anxiety.

12:04 am, by taara




elanormcinerney:

Caitlin R. Kiernan | The Drowning Girl: A Memoir
The Great Punctuation Typography Struggle

elanormcinerney:

Caitlin R. Kiernan | The Drowning Girl: A Memoir

The Great Punctuation Typography Struggle


You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.

Pema Chödrön

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As a doctor, let me tell you what self-love does:
It improves your hearing, your eyesight, lowers your blood pressure, increases pulmonary function, cardiac output, and helps wiring the musculature. So, if we had a rampant epidemic of self-love then our healthcare costs would go down dramatically. So, this isn’t just some little frou-frou new age notion, oh love yourself honey. This is hardcore science.
Dr. Christiane Northrop, Hungry for Change (via larmoyante)




therumpus:

The Rumblr’s in-house astrologer, Madame Clairevoyant, presents her latest dispatch from the stars:
Libra: This week, when you don’t know what to do or when you don’t know where you’re going, try to let yourself be moved by desire. Let the things that you want map out your way; let them light up the path. It can be hard to want so much, but the wanting can guide you. The wanting can fuel you if you don’t hide from it, if you don’t keep it locked up. Let your thoughts wander and keep your heart open. Try to remember your wildest good dreams.

therumpus:

The Rumblr’s in-house astrologer, Madame Clairevoyant, presents her latest dispatch from the stars:

Libra: This week, when you don’t know what to do or when you don’t know where you’re going, try to let yourself be moved by desire. Let the things that you want map out your way; let them light up the path. It can be hard to want so much, but the wanting can guide you. The wanting can fuel you if you don’t hide from it, if you don’t keep it locked up. Let your thoughts wander and keep your heart open. Try to remember your wildest good dreams.


For a few months when I was eighteen I was having sex with someone who had faded scars all up and down his arms, small short scars from a knife, maybe a razor blade. I would look at them when he wore t-shirts and I would look at them when we were naked and I wanted to run my fingers along every single one. I touched them a few times, but always lightly, like I didn’t mean it. I don’t know, I thought I’d embarrass him. For a few months when I was nineteen I was having sex with someone with little stretch marks all over his shoulders and chest and stomach and I wanted to stare at them but I tried not to; I wanted to touch them but I was scared to make him feel strange in his body. Later that same year I had sex just once with someone who I met on the bus back home from school, who had straight blond hair and tattoos on his calves and no scars at all on his body. He bought me some beers at the bar out past the mall, then brought me back to his place where he put his hand around my throat and laughed and laughed. I stayed the night anyway, then left his house early in the morning and walked all the way home down Loudon Road and over the river, wondering how close I’d just come to dying, making a list in my head of what the pros and cons would’ve been.

Ungrateful Skin by Claire Comstock-Gay | Two Serious Ladies

A very important melty, hurty, yearnful story by our own Claire Comstock-Gay, who you may better know as Madame Clairevoyant. This is her first published piece of fiction!

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I fucking love this. It’s fucking perfect.