dave franco and donald glover (childish gambino) for band of outsiders
— e.e. cummings (via seols)
Though I know you will not answer this because you will be rightfully ashamed to put on public display your lack of literary talent, I felt it necessary to advise you to tone down the idioms and word plays, they are very unoriginal. To foster creativity and to perhaps gain a more mature and intelligent fanbase, you might want to pick up “The Stranger” by Camus or perhaps “Cancer Ward” by Solzhenitsyn. Good luck.
asked by kat815 on May 9, 2007
camus is pretty freshman year of college. if you keep it within french lit., next year you will read celine and then possibly genet (which we will all sit around and pretend to understand just so we can hang out next to some beautiful baby while she chain smokes and talks about how lame we all are). from there you will end up at Sartre- where hopefully you will understand that “existentialism” is more than just a word used in TAI lyrics, but thats back where it all began anyway. either way how much will you have accomplished when you are thousands of pages in and realize how silly it was to compare camus to fall out boy lyrics. i never claimed to be too great of a writer or a reader. my favorite story of all time is probably “the old man and the sea”, which is one of the most simple reads ever. i have found that people who try to make other people feel inferior by quoting books they have read or people they know rarely actually enjoy said things and in fact feel pretty insecure about themselves. stop trying. deep breath. everything will be okay. read the books, love the words. dont worry too much what anyone else’s reading comprehension is. i cant imagine you have finished your english phd and still had time to check out the falloutboy website. good job!!!
This was always my favorite of the Q&A answers posted to FOBR.
-and not simply by the fact that this shading of
forest cannot show the fragrance of of basalm,
the gloom of cypresses,
is what I wish to prove.
When you and I were first in love we drove
to the borders of Connacht
and entered a wood there.
Look down you said: this was once a famine road.
I looked down at ivy and the scutch grass
rough-cast stone had
disappeared into as you told me
in the second winter of their ordeal, in
1847, when the crop had failed twice,
Relief Committees gave
the starving Irish such roads to build.
Where they died, there the road ended
and ends still and when I take down
the map of this island, it is never so
I can say here is
the masterful, the apt rendering of
the spherical as flat, nor
an ingenious design which persuades a curve
into a plane,
but to tell myself that
the line which says woodland and cries hunger
and gives out among sweet pine and cypress,
and finds no horizon
will not be there.
i am v. actively attempting to convince halfsquaretriangles she needs eavan boland in her life and while searching my blog for things of hers i’ve posted, i realized that, unbelievably, i have never posted this, the first poem of hers i read, which brought me to her instantly, because, well. to make poetry of history without doing so at history’s expensive, to forge beautiful phrases out of the past while retaining its brutality and without aestheticizing its ugliness - such a hard project but such is her gift.
This is one of my favorite poems, and my favorite title to any work ever. But beyond that, famine roads are one of the more interesting things to read up on. Back when Ireland wasn’t independent, and was basically being starved off, England had designated a large portion of the budget for “public works” that Ireland didn’t need. So they came up with this system of being able to hire people, to feed them, in exchange for building roads that they had no plan or use for. I can’t find it now, but I remember seeing a picture of one such road that just stopped, a perfect end, just before the start of a forest. The uselessness and futility of it all makes my shoulders ache.
josiepye replied to your post: i am jealous of mindy kaling for many reasons, but…How do you function on the internet without knowing your credit card number???
Let me tell you how I function: sadly. It involves a great deal of “jesus christ i’m going to have to get off my couch. Ugh. Do I really want this? No, I do. I do want this. It’ll make everything better. Sally, get my wallet. Sally, please. Sally, I’ll give you extra cat food. SALLY, YOU’RE NOT PULLING YOUR WEIGHT.
Pretty distressed that I didn’t get insta-fame and fortune for this picture of my cat flipping me off.
how to give a good handjob
- bop it
- pull it
- twist it
You pull your left hand in
You pull your left hand out
You pull your left hand in
And you shake it all about!
Cha cha real smooth
none of you ever touch a penis
do you ever cry because you’ve somehow managed to gain a truly fucking amazing person as your friend? and just think about how fucking blessed you...
do you ever just
make a friend and think
I am so glad this friend is mine