I give you part two of some valuable writing that just seemed like fleeting Tumblr posts from two/three years ago. Turns out, the social media prose of today is actually a thing. Check out my variations of the emerging form, alt lit.
January 2, 2012
strange me, at first i’m not attracted to a band or musician. months later my ears change or whatever into making me love the fuck outta their music.
November 25, 2011
with all these new stories of pepper sprays and robberies, and camping out for like 7 hours, at least i’m going out now to check out Black Friday. and what do i end up saving today? my soul and dignity.
November 18, 2011
it’s always coffee or tea. why not coffee AND tea? load them both with sugar.
November 18, 2011
this is ridiculous, unbelievable. what kind of men are you? seems like there’s never hope for your gender, always beating down and abusing women because you think your manhood entitles you to it. take your aggression out on someone equal to you, not less. just having strength does not make you a man, it’s how you use it— and for intimidation and on women, that’s no man at all. it’s a fucking monster.
from these monsters, women need men to protect and respect them.
October 21, 2011
that’s all good and respectable, nothing can rival the natural wonder of the universe above us.
but in city lights— i don’t know, just have a magical glow. shooting up into the sky, billions on billions of beautiful drop-size jewels conform and shape a spectacular skyline. this is what man has done. we’ve made all this happen. this is where civilization and people— humanity— has come to.
all these stories, many lives across the city, from families to friends out in bars, and the pitiful man sleeping outside the building on that cold pavement— that’s what those lights are telling me. each light comes from somewhere, and from that source is a beautiful story in its right. the city lights paint a sentimental backdrop of a surreal life for whatever city it illuminates.
man-made, but man reflecting.
October 17, 2011
what i can’t write in my paper analyzing Kate Chopin’s The Awakening: pretty much the moral of the story is that children are life ruiners.
October 7, 2011
it was a very good hang-out on a random Starbucks along Market Street. he’s a sweet guy, but today i got to really see that sometimes you can’t settle for the next person to come along. one more time to meet up, and i’ll be more certain.
in high school i was always reminding myself that concerning relationships, things might look up in college. i really do believe it now. sometimes i think i have issues appealing to guys or meeting them and that i won’t ever really meet someone— yet within the past year i’m looking back at who i have met and talked with, gone out with. they’ve all proven to nothing serious, but the fact that there were people out there for a bit is really fulfilling enough. most days i’m thanking god i’m not looking for a relationship or putting all my effort into it, and thinking more about my school and my writing, i take things as they come. but when i do have those typical “find the soulmate” urges, i realize how i need to stop mentally complaining about never finding someone. because i really have ran into so many people, and it’s great to see that there’s nothing wrong after all.
August 11, 2011
(forever afraid of my bathroom)
July 25, 2011
not much is happening today. but i wish you to know that we have each other. we’re still here, getting through these hard times, and it’s just another day. these things happen, and i’m sorry they do, i wish there was something we could do for this chaos that’s out of our hands— it may not seem like the best of days, but it’s your day nonetheless. it’s a special day, because your family is still here with undying love, and gratitude for what you’ve done for us all. i will always be here for you, showing you that you’re wonderful all the time, regardless of a specific date once a year enforces. you make my life so much, and i wish there were perfect ways to show you gratitude, post weird stuff on your Facebook wall, but the best i can do to return the favor is just be here, make you laugh, listen, be around forever.
it’s only one special day, but beyond this is the rest of your special life.
Happy Birthday, I love you so much.
July 19, 2011
better than a diary.
July 17, 2011
SOCIETY HAS IT WRONG.
it’s sad to hear people talking about doing all this amazing stuff— travel, buy a lovely house, do their dream hobby— when they retire.
why do we have to be old to live our dreams?
when we’re young we have to go to school, and then straight to work, usually working at things we don’t love or appreciate doing. if only we can change societal values to live life while we are physically and mentally at our best, instead of withering away in gray as we barely grasp onto getting the best experience of life at the end of our rope.
June 28, 2011
didn’t stop me from a good day. i should’ve built a fort, but then again u need more people to do that. in the end you’re sitting alone in a fort and you’re like WHERE’S THE SERVANTS OR THE GUARDS. MY FUCKING JESTER WHERE ARE YOU.
other goodies to do when inside: write, read some, and then hang with the sis when she’s home. laugh our asses off on youtube vids.
June 23, 2011
thinking i got seven new followers when in actuality they all tell me i’m stupid and should take a fucking IQ test or some spam shit.
June 20, 2011
the moment where it’s a cute little baby mammal prancing across the fields of Sonoma County, but even though the mom is clearly a cow the thing could have been a dog or a cow/calf.
Cog thus far.
June 17, 2011
(will talk about this night more tomorrow because no one cares but i sure am DYING to just talk about it, so good night)
June 15, 2011
just beautiful, free, and curious creatures.
June 14, 2011
i’ve come to actually realize why don’t like roses.
i always tell people don’t get me roses because everyone gets roses, they’re cliched, etc. especially red roses. HATE.
but i was having some long talk with my parents this week over breakfast about something relevant, and then i understood why. it’s because they remind me of funerals. i do recall seeing people bring roses to my grandma’s funeral when i was younger, and the smell of them was all too familiar.