December 2010
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Locking down my identity.
The irony here is that identity is malleable and everchanging - never definite. Always constitued by external environment, experience, memory, and aspirations, I am a subject in relation to the world around me. Who am I inside without external influence or association?
Aspirations: Voice heard on public issues Write journals on important issues Public speaker Design and performance - On stage or...
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movies that i want to own
Ten Things I Hate About You Harry Potter Movies Fight Club Donnie Darko Up 500 Days of Summer Ferris Bueller’s Day Off Inception The Dark Knight Breakfast At Tiffany’s Garden State Say Anything V For Vendetta Jurassic Park Stardust Star Wars Inglorius Basterds Titanic My Best Friend’s Wedding The Bourne Identity Cassanova The Holiday
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books to read before i die:
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer House of leaves - Mark Z. Danielewski The Secret History - Donna Tartt The New York Trilogy - Paul Auster Mystic River - Denis Lehane The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho 1984 - George Orwell Cat’s Cradle - Kurt Vonnegut The Sun Also Rises - Ernest Hemmingway The Declaration - Gemma Malley Invisible Monsters - Chuck Paluhniak
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A lot of the time I’d get that feeling like I was in the middle of a huge black...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (via gypsycoeur)
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My existence is constructed, and it’s constructed through the surrogate activity...
– Eating the Dinosaur, Chuck Klosterman. (via vulvamort)
About Life: It is not complicated unless I make it so. It is not difficult...
– James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via 500daysofkissingmypillow)
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Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals...
– Love Actually (via saddest-summer)
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i think people like you better if they know what to expect from you.
even if it’s to expect the unexpected.
people don’t like being unsure
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saddest-summer:
Why do I get so angry whenever I see Dolores Umbridge on the TV.
I feel the same way, I’m repulsed by her.
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Why does one begin to write? Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because...
– Nicole Krauss (via 500daysofkissingmypillow)
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A jealous female can be tricked into anything.
– Peter Pan (1953)