“I remember each other member of this class as older and wiser than I had hope of ever being (it had not yet struck me in any visceral way that being nineteen was not a long-term proposition), not only older and wiser but more experienced, more independent, more interesting, more possessed of an exotic past — marriages and the breaking up of marriages, money and the lack of it, sex and politics and the Adriatic seen at dawn; the stuff not only of grown-up life itself but, more poignantly to me at the time, the very stuff which might be substantiated into five short stories.”
— Joan Didion, nailing the anxiety of a creative writing class. And, more broadly, the fear of being naively ordinary that I have felt so often, especially at college.
10:56 pm • 25 February 2014
“From Penelope to the present, women have waited — for a phone call, a proposal, or the return of the prodigal man from sea or war or a business trip. To wait like patients for a doctor, commuters for buses, prisoners for parole, is in a sense to be powerless. It is our hope that this volume will make it clear that both plots are available to women. If we grow weary of waiting, we can go on a journey. We can be the stranger who comes to town.”
— Mary Morris
1:16 pm • 26 January 2014
“You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings. It is also true that creation comes from an overflow, so you have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to nourish yourself and not be afraid of fullness. The fullness is like a tidal wave which then carries you, sweeps you into experience and into writing. Permit yourself to flow and overflow, allow for the rise in temperature, all the expansions and intensifications. Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them. If it seems to you that I move in a world of certitudes, you, par contre, must benefit from the great privilege of youth, which is that you move in a world of mysteries. But both must be ruled by faith.”
— Anais Nin
8:14 pm • 21 January 2014
In honor of #readwomen2014 – an effort to equalize the gender imbalance in our collective reading habits – here are 14 fantastic, timeless reads by women:
Artwork above by Joanna Walsh
4:24 pm • 21 January 2014 • 4,194 notes
“A society based on the quest for security is nothing but a breath-retention contest in which everyone is as taut as a drum and as purple as a beet.”
— Alan Watts
12:48 am • 13 January 2014 • 2 notes
“I prefer the little loves. My best friend’s daughter running around the kitchen chanting, “It’s all rainbows,” over and over again. The wag of a dog’s tail when you scratch the sweet spot behind her ear. Neglected nuances, subtle sincerity — that’s where love lives. Lost in a pile of unmatched socks, it sits and waits for you, overlooked and underappreciated. Flawed but sturdy; frustrating but frank. A beautiful mess of sadness and hope. Fuck engagement rings and moonlit walks on the beach. Love hurts because that’s the only way to tell that it’s real.”
— Chantielle MacFarlane, “14 Fucks I Refuse to Give in 2014”
12:15 am • 3 January 2014
You lose a lot of things in college
I bet you thought I was going to say dignity or liver function or hot high school body but I’m saying facial baby fat.
10:00 pm • 11 December 2013
“I really believe in history, and that’s something people don’t believe in anymore. I know that what we do and think is a historical creation. I have very few beliefs, but this is certainly a real belief: that most everything we think of as natural is historical and has roots — specifically in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries, the so-called Romantic revolutionary period — and we’re essentially still dealing with expectations and feelings that were formulated at that time, like ideas about happiness, individuality, radical social change, and pleasure. We were given a vocabulary that came into existence at a particular historical moment. So when I go to a Patti Smith concert at CBGB, I enjoy, participate, appreciate, and am tuned in better because I’ve read Nietzsche.”
— Susan Sontag
12:41 pm • 25 November 2013
1st: Holy shit, I was such an asshole in all of the ways. All of the firsts. Studied way too much for the dumbest classes and drank too much questionably-colored liquid. Summed up by the word WHY, the song “Like a G6,” and the fact that I willingly went to a party themed “GI Joes and Army Hoes.” The happier times were running through the sprinklers in Polk Place and listening to the Avett Brothers. All of the extremes of the Terrible UNC Student.
2nd: Still an asshole, but had no excuse because by the second semester I should’ve known better. Really grumpy post-Paris haze of bougie nostalgia and wannabee bohemianism. Many cookies.
3rd: I was actually busy. I got mono, took econ and philosophy and went to a music festival. Wonderfully life-changing history class. Fighting post-Kenya blues. People I lived with were annoying and dramatic. I listened to M83 every night on my horribly long walks home. Remind me why I lived in a high-rise dorm again?
4th: Finally had a major and a direction but was still making dumb choices and felt like such a conflicted mess of maturity and arrested development. Another fantastic history class. Why was I still going to frat parties? Punctuated by heartbreaking basketball.
5th: The perfect cinematic life in London. So nicely packaged now, but I know there were downs certainly, but how?
6th: Lived in a tumbledown house with squirrels in the walls and Yankee prep school genius princesses for roommates. Lots of angst due to endings, and family being silly. Spent a week in the paradise of paradises, wrote a lot about Judaism, lost direction in some ways but gained it in others.
7th: Chalkboard walls and checkered floors and old friends. Fun plans usually, babysitting some, not stressed about school. The most content and stable so far.
8th: As I anticipate it, I will probably cry every time someone I know gets a job and when the weather is that perfect 75 degrees that sends the light sparkling and everyone congregates and the dome of Wilson is perfect against the sky.
12:19 am • 8 October 2013 • 2 notes