She speaks the fucking truth
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I’ve decided that I’m officially done living in Hollywood. I haven’t picked which sunny corner of Los Angeles will be my new stomping ground, but then again, it was never about my zip code. When I say I’m done with Hollywood, what I really mean to say is, I’m done being a kid.
Hollywood was…
(Source: coketalk)
Step out. Don’t stay in your little boxed world. If they can, so can you.
French for “pressed, flattened…crushed”. Not that the language makes a difference, how you feel is how you feel, and I, normally a confident, self-assured independent woman have transformed myself into an awkward, teenager-type who blathers more words than sense, given more to adolescent feelings than adult rationality. Fuck it. It’s annoying to have a crush, particular when the object of said ridiculity is totally unaware of how you feel (or worse, IS aware and is trying to be kind to you so as not to hurt your feelings - yuck, the thought of it makes me want to retch repeatedly until i’ve excised the offending spot). It’s fucked-up enough to crush on someone, it’s fathoms worse when it’s a friend.
As an adult, I’m responsible for my own feeling, but the simpering, self-pitying teenager renting space in my mind right now doesn’t give a rat’s ass - she wants to say, no yell “Why don’t you include me in your life, your thoughts, your friends, intimacies like I want to include you. I’m a GREAT girl”
Ugh. Putrid. I don’t even know if this guy deserves me, and here I am, mewling in piteous martyr’s silence.
Glad I can write this out, say how I feel. Fucking thrilled I’m anonymous
reposted from one of my favourite style/pop culture bloggers, the fabulously anonymous, bat-shit crazy Coquette aka CokeTalk - definitely an anti-hero, but funny as fuck and with a finger on the pulse of things many of us just won’t admit to ourselves. Follow her
Clifton Brown - From concerned citizen to local hero/poppy-show (depending on how you look at it) to adman to being reviled for being an adman…what a fucking joke…I said this before and i’ll say it again…if the Jamaican government doesn’t build the bridge to help his community of Mavis Bank, then this meteoric catastrophe-in-the-making has been for naught…utter bullshit, I say
This excitement of Clifton Brown is getting on my nerves now. Even when it first came out, I laughed nervously, because guess what, the dude was sincere in trying to express the serious situation facing his little community in St. Thomas. And guess what we, his countrymen, did? We laughed at him, we mocked him, and we set it to a beat. Even I did, because superficially, it IS funny. But here’s the rub, two things stuck in my craw that I can’t dislodge no matter how big my crowbar - (1) we’re laughing AT him, deriding him for his “twang” and (2) to this point I’m not aware if they’ve fixed the bridge where he lives - meaning he’s been made a fool of, and h doesn’t even get anything out of it. And THAT, dear friends, is bullshit. Spades are spades.
Congratulations, state of New York for legalising the right for gays to marry. Religious huffpuffery has no voice here. This is a right in the pursuit of happiness that all should have, regardless of ethnic background, creed, belief system…and yes, sexual orientation…provided they believe that marriage IS indeed a step in that direction. But I definitely get it from the legal standpoint. Good for you guys.
- Dean Young, from “The Commendation” (via proustitute)
“Wild” here
I can hardly wait…to start the yummy fun. Thank you PJ (and Juliette) for the theme in my head right now.
“Hardly Wait” by Juliette Lewis (for “Strange Days”, a movie so far ahead of its time in 1995 that it’s fresh-to-death and makes a great commentary on technology and entertainment even today) - original lyrics by PJ Harvey
watch this space - fun things are a-coming!
