March 2010
85 posts
I’m broke but I’m happy
I’m poor but I’m kind
I’m short but I’m healthy, yeah
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be fine fine fine
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I’m sober
I’m young and I’m underpaid
I’m tired but I’m working, yeah
I care but I’m worthless
I’m here but I’m really gone
I’m wrong and I’m sorry baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be quite alright
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
What it all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I’m free but I’m focused
I’m green but I’m wise
I’m shy but I’m friendly baby
I’m sad but I’m laughing
I’m brave but I’m chicken shit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby
And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
What it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxicab…
Loving “Dry” by Augusten Borroughs. Been so long since I’ve had a book that holds my super-short, wireless 2010 attention span for longer than a day, and literally makes me forget about everything else in my life. His writing is so honest, so relatable.
I have this weird theory that the reason I still cling to underpaid part-time jobs as a post-grad with a bachelor’s degree is to continue that imagination-inspired, childhood game of “let’s play restaurant” or “let’s play store.” Sometimes when I work I feel like I am eight years old, jotting down someone’s meal order or asking them if they need help with a pair of jeans. It doesn’t even feel real, that this person seriously wants me to help pick out a pair of jeans for them. It feels like I am playing. And then I remember I’m broke and need to pay rent and I remember I’m not 8 anymore. Blows.
When a writer plagiarizes and the editor fails to catch it, it is the editor’s fault. Unfair but true
“There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.”
—John Lennon (via quote-book)
“I think there’s a difference between loving the idea of someone, and actually loving who they really are.”
—Elizabeth, White Collar (via agoodstart) (via lovelylinguist) (via iheartlove)
“I’m always wishing. Even in non-eyelash moments.”
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Felicity (via julie911) (via quote-book)
YESSSSSSSS FELICITY FOREVER
It’s strange that I only give myself credit in terms of what I haven’t accomplished — the unattainable next step. Then I get to the next step and instead of praising myself for getting there I scold myself for not getting further. From yesterday to today there’s not much change, but from six months ago to today there’s huge climbs, and I need to give myself credit where credit is due. PROPS SELF.
“New York is the city of rampant creativity, of abundant imagination, whether you are in advertising or the theater or the stock market. They are all fields built on imagination, the spinning of ideas and creations, of fantasy becoming reality. It is everything.”
—A.M. Rosenthal and Arthur Gelb
“It is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal. Its traffic is madness. Its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it — once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no other place is good enough.”
—John Steinbeck
