I have the energy to do exactly one thing.
I loved her and wanted her to leave. It felt Real in a meaningful way, full of meanings, truth-meanings. She asked me to text her and her nails like talons tapped in a number I would not save. I threw my phone in the river and got five tattoos.
—Monica Heisey, "A Cool Book Review By A Hip Writer Who Has Definitely Had Sex"
We’re all mean until we’re not. Until we hear something about ourselves and then we have to pause—angered by the audacity that people we don’t know are immediately dismissing us, or spreading rumors with neglect to our feelings. My meanness has always been a reaction to what I’ve heard another person say about me, but never to me—or; it’s a callow desire to be taken seriously, to exert myself—my vexations lie with being taken for granted.
—Fariha Roisin, "Let Me Love You"
yo I’m only two minutes into Uncle Buck and this flick is already intense as hell
- Me: I met a boy.
- Me (two days later): nevermind
The Rumblr’s in-house astrologer, Madame Clairevoyant, presents her latest dispatch from the stars:Scorpio: This week, if you pay attention, you might feel your body in moving in some kind of funny rhythm with the world. You might feel your thoughts moving in harmony with the life you’ve built for yourself. You might a stillness, or a sweetness, or a funny feeling of peace. It’s a week to let the world move you. It’s a week to sit back in awe at all the wild days that have brought you here. It’s a week to drink coffee, to be good to your friends, to watch the world spin, to wait and see.
Will I ever not reblog my Madame Clairevoyant scope? Nah.