| you think you know how i feel? |
[Dec. 22nd, 2009|10:38 pm] |
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| [ | that tune |
| | The Ranconteurs- You Don't Understand Me | ] |
"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too.
They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."
Stephen King |
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| request & Sylvia Plath |
[Dec. 22nd, 2009|09:22 pm] |
I'm looking for any quotes concerning sleep or insomnia.Thanks!
And I come bearing a gift:
"So it all moves in the pageant toward the ending, it's own ending. Everywhere, imperceptibly or otherwise, things are passing, ending, going. And there will be other summers, other band concerts, but never this one, never again, never as now. Next year I will not be the self of this year now. And that is why I laugh at the transient, the ephemeral; laugh, while clutching, holding, tenderly, like a fool his toy, cracked glass, water through fingers. For all the writing, for all the invention of engines to express & convey & capture life, it is the living of it that is the gimmick. It goes by, and whatever dream you use to dope up the pains and hurts, it goes. Delude yourself about printed islands of permanence. You've only got so long to live. You're getting your dream. Things are working, blind forces, no personal spiritual beneficent ones except your own intelligence and the good will of a few other fools and fellow humans. So hit it while it's hot."
-----The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath |
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| french macarons |
[Dec. 22nd, 2009|10:49 am] |
does anyone have an ALMOST foolproof recipe for french macarons? I know they're pretty hard to make, I was just wondering if anyone here has a recipe they've used that turned out well.
Thanks! |
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| Pimped Party Ring |
[Dec. 22nd, 2009|01:43 pm] |
First time poster :)......
This month was one of my best friends at universities birthday, and I decided to make it special. She had already seen I had made my boyfriend a birthday cake for his birthday last month, so she hinted what she wanted me to make, not actually thinking I would make it.
and here it is! I kind of wish I also bought some of the regular size party rings to photograph in comparison, but non the less she was extremely grateful and shocked when I walked into our local pub with it to give to her.
Before I tidied up the icing.
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| This Side Of Paradise - F. Scott Fitzgerald |
[Dec. 22nd, 2009|08:07 pm] |
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"He wondered that graves ever made people consider life in vain. Somehow he could find nothing hopeless in having lived. All the broken columns and clasped hands and doves and angels meant romances. He fancied that in a hundred years he would like having young people speculate as to whether his eyes were brown or blue, and he hoped quite passionately that his grave would have about it an air of many, many years ago. It seemed strange that out of a row of Union soldiers two or three made him think of dead loves and dead lovers, when they were exactly like the rest, even to the yellowish moss." |
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| the wild things |
[Dec. 23rd, 2009|09:06 am] |
| [ | that tune |
| | go baby_lu pe! | ] |
I WANT Gary to fall into some kind of bottomless hole.
I WANT Claire to get her foot caught in a beartrap.
I WANT Claire's friends to die by flesh-eating tapeworms.
Then he stopped. His father had reminded him that the journal was for positive wants, not negative wants. When you wanted something negative, it didn't count, he said. A want should be positive, his father had said. A want should improve your life while improving the world, even if just a little bit.
So Max began again:
I WANT to get out of here.
I WANT to go to the moon or some other planet.
I WANT to find some unicorn DNA and then grow a bunch of them and teach them to stick their horns through Claire's friends.
THE WILD THINGS, by DAVE EGGERS |
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