Posts Tagged ‘angst’

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Thursday, March 4th, 2010
What Would Aslan Do

What Would Aslan Do

Imagine the possibilities.

You have ten people, randomly chosen from anywhere, everywhere in the world.

It’s the scene from The Magician’s Nephew.You’re in an ancient, crumbling building, with large, tomb-like columns; a large hallway leads your curious cat-mind into a chamber of echoes, tall, distant ceilings, and a faint, flat light.

The ten people stand before you. Still as statues. Yet life-like; eerily poised;

Their expressions are surprisingly vivid, and their eyes are pools of thought. You can look and peer into them, and discover their most intimate emotions:

; what it felt like for them to climb a tree in crisp, fall weather; their callouses rubbing against the bark, the smell of leaves as they crackle and crumble; the strength of their grip as they reached for the skies;

; the smell of their dusty luggage;

; the texture and pull when they’re combing their hair;

; how the person they admire makes them feel when they approach each other, cautiously– in an empty hallway;

; the turmoil of their first kiss;

; how it feels when they smile;

; the depths of their thoughts when they become keen of their mortality;

And you realize how similar everyone is, how the boundaries of individuality are gently erased by the smallest, most humane moments (the catch in your throat as you step out into a windy day), and that nothing in between is formidable enough to remind us of our collective humanity.

Imagine the possibilities of someone else’s life. The knots in their stomach, or their greatest happiness swelling in their chest. Is it so hard to forgive anyone? It’s not so hard as it seems.

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Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

I’m totally going to Rome in like, 9 hours.

Filthy sik.

I will try very hard not to look like this

I will try very hard not to look like this

To my dear family and roommates: do not fear, for I have tattooed my face into the insides of your eyelids. You will never forget the asymmetry of my face.

To my dear friends and/or co-workers: I will return 100 fold stronger and greater than ever before; but also 100 times as merciful. Be excited. Be wary. But be excited.

To my facebook friends: I will be deleting some of you soon. 2010 calls for a purge.

To Elliott Smith, Michael Cera, endearingly awkward darlings, and Seattle:  I love you–! Marry me!

Love,

Gracious

PS: keep u posted

On this Night of a Thousand Stars

Monday, November 16th, 2009

… Let me take you to Heaven’s doors/ Where the music/ Of Love’s guitars/ Plays forever more” – song from Evita.

The haste of fall quarter has me in a dizzy tizzy. Who knew the holidays could run and punch so hard?

Couples will absorb themselves in cozy cush of marshmallows and hot chocolate. WELL PFFT! I say; let them sink into each others’ oblivious-osity. I will be venturing the streets to collect the humiliation of The Singles, and seep myself in their doleful hope. NO– I will be to busy to mope; I’ll throw myself into work as per usual, and wait for seconds during the feasts (pumpkin pie? Bread pudding? Leftovers?) only to gorge myself gleeful. And may no one ever care how plump I get.

Ok, I confess my bitterness: I never get presents during Christmas. Not never, perhaps, but nothing… special. And believe me, I’m not *that* hard to please… at least, I don’t think I am. I’ll try to focus on the good things. After all, I do have it pretty lucky.
Some intriguing pictures to distract us from gloom and doom (or maybe to help us abstract through the gloom and doom!):
via boooooooom! .com. Kelly Allen.

via boooooooom! .com. Kelly Allen.

The things I would do for Paul Rudd would incriminate me... via planettampon.tumblr

The things I would do for Paul Rudd would incriminate me... via planettampon.tumblr

via planettampon.tumblr
omg imagine!!! via planettampon.tumblr
I really like this. via merricat.tumblr

I really like this. via merricat.tumblr

My WEAKNESS for awkward cute boys.... o michael cera 3 via velveteendream.tumblr

My WEAKNESS for awkward cute boys.... o michael cera <3 via velveteendream.tumblr

Listening to: Belle and Sebastian, “Take Me Away From Here, I’m Dying”
Stay dry, my little cabbages.
Graceee

Of Course

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

If I agree with this ironically, the joke is no longer ironic and therefore obsolete

If I agree with this ironically, the joke is no longer ironic and therefore obsolete

For all misfortunes that fall upon my life and besmirch any good cheer or attitude for the day’s progression, I blame the grand Disillusionment of Life.

I refuse to believe that This Is The Way It Goes. I think it’d be better to accept Life As It Is and embrace the Looming Gloom of Daily Problems and Mishaps. It’d certainly be easier; but that’s why people have religion.

I wonder what Mario thinks when the B button digs his heels into the ground and makes him spurt out fireballs; I wonder what he thinks as he massacres levels of goons only to have a cute mushroom stooge tell him that the Princess is in another fucking castle. Yes, I’m drawing a parallel with life as a game. How original, you say. What else is a blog for, than to bemoan self-wrapped loathes and loves in textual eruption?

Anyway–

via rushofblood.tumblr

And I stumbled upon an artful erotic photo blog (oh I know, some of you will shriek PORN) chagrin.tumblr.com– quite interesting to take a look at– if  you’re checking to see what part of your body is normal, but more interestingly,  how people feel perceive sexuality and its nuances.

via cacaococoa.tumblr.com

Also, we established this fabulous labor day weekend that Onch (Paris Hilton’s New BFF) shits /farts glitter:

That’s all I want to say for now.

Gracieee

Fruits.

Tuesday, May 12th, 2009

“Im the Chiquita Banana, and I’ve come to say/ I offer good nutrition in a simple way!”

F*** the weather. After checking it several times, because my wardrobe is a garbage bag (See: bugs attack Grace), the weather has pwn’d me again. I dress for rainy and wet, of course Seattle rebels with a punch of sun in the overcast skies. Damn thy fickleness!!! Curses!!! I’d rather have reliable misery– all this undecided sun/cloud nonsense has me in menopausal hot and cold flashes.

On a better note– One of out Many programs/jobs I have applied to has found it in their grace (HA) to accept me. ROME WINTER 2010 or BUST.

All i need now is that internship, a free car, a very cute typewriter, and a cat that doesn’t shed, puke, eat, or defecate, but loves me unconditionally.

And a cornucopia of delicious foods.

And for this bug nonsense to stop.

And Where is My Tuxedo Mask?

And Where is My Tuxedo Mask?

Gracie