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madeline, oh madeline, how i dubb thee HOT. mmm that was random. im sorry im just trying to get some of my creepy energy out in this here reblogging because im meeting a bunch of new people and yaknow, i dont want to scare them away with my usual slight idiosyncrasies. when you come to NY i will of course give you time/lessons with my camera. here’s the beef: shes kind of sort of...
even though you’re not at my home, i feel like being away from home is making me miss you even more. GET YOUR ASS TO NY, BITCH! but guess what? i get the best coming home present: YOU! love, johanna PS: in case i didn’t already make it painfully obvious, i am a lesbian and in love with you. pleaase reciprocate. PPS: look at my blogspot blog! im trying to upload it every...
BOYFRIENDS, FRIENDS, AND SWEATSHIRTS
madelinend: Its damn hard to be someone’s friend after they broke up with you and you still might like him and he’s acting like he did right at the beginning of everything and its HARD. I want to slap him and hug him and still be with him and break his heart and be friends and remember and forget. Damn. It’s hard. read my email. make it easy. I LOVE YOU.
madelinend: Yeah, I played like shit, and I feel like shit, and now I just really, really don’t want to play anymore. i should have warned you about those team sports. they’ll get the best of you. you should do independent runs and swims, like me! in the meantime, just pretend the ball is insert bitch’s name here and SWING, BABY, SWING!
FOSTER A DOG 2 WEEKS →
There is an LA AREA no-kill animal shelter that is getting shut down for having too many dogs. They are relocating to a facility that can accept all of them in two weeks, but until then, the dogs need another place to stay or they will be put down on Tuesday morning. (this only…
Not to be one of those people who blogs about the mundane and superfluous; i.e.: “just had a glass of milk.” or “woke up to day.” or “going to the bathroom”, but I need to share this one small aspect of my personal life, if only to enlighten everyone. I just finished reading Hannibal by Thomas Harris, the author of Silence of the Lambs, and I have to recommend...
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Photo credit: Hanna R., Milford, NJ “You have the right to remain silent.” Since when was silence a right? I’ve things to say, theories to prove right. You chain my wrists, send me away in a squad car with a kiss. It feels different, I’m not usually the one taking a risk. Out the window, there are buildings and people, Visions of lives so unaffected, uninterrupted, Just makes me...
For some reason I feel like I will, and for another I feel like I won’t. Either way, I’m relieved to be living free, to have to will and drive to make the choice that can or cannot define me. Until then, peace.
Younger Than Yesterday.
You are my sweetest downfall.
the family you come from
cannot define the individual you will be
why i love new york
saturday in the city; times square and fettucini with pesto then central park west for pinkberry. sunday at the beach getting burned lying next to guittos playing “Bedrock” reading Hannibal.
madelinend: I’m the hero of this story. Don’t...
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She looked at him, he looked at her. In their hearts, they knew that this would be good-bye for a long time. It had never seemed a reality, this distant good-bye, all throughout high school they lived as though it wasn’t looming above them. The question now wasn’t when, it was how. They both sat… Madi this was fucking fantastic. I’m in love with this so much. Is there more? Please...
madelinend: What to do when parents are suffocating and you’re a perfect child? What to do when you want to rebel and live and be a teenager and take advantage of your youth and you’re too afraid of your parents (which can’t be healthy right?) and you have no balls to go out and lie? What to do? Swallow all your pride and do it anyway. I have faith in you, Madeline!
Let we among us without sin be the first to condemn.
IMPROV OF the Week:
Greta: Mummy, why can’t I fly the kite? Maria always gets to, it’s my turn now! Mummy: No, sweetheart, it’s not your turn quite yet. Greta: (Whining) But why? Mummy: Because I said so. Greta: But why did you say so? Mummy: Because it’s not your turn. Greta: (hysterical) MUMMY! You’re not being fair, and I…I won’t take it anymore! Mummy:...
IMPROV OF the Week:
Bert: Hey Tim, what’s going on with you and Theresa? Tim: You know, we’re just casually dating. I didn’t want any huge commitment thing right after the whole Tracy debocale. Bert: Understandable. I er, have a quick question about…um, Theresa, you said her name was? Tim: Yeah, what is it? Bert: Does she have long brown hair, great figure, big round brown eyes, pale...
Dear Madi and the General Public, I just finished watching Veronica Mars and am now pining in that post-breakup sort of misery, desperately holding onto the slightest hope that there might be a fourth season, or on a more sleezy level, a movie. Anyway, goodbye Veronica, Wallace, Keith, Logan, Piz, Wiveel, Parker, and all of Neptune. I will miss you all so, so much. -A Heartbroken Fan ...
omg i am literally in love with that picture. okay, so basically im at the part where duncan ran away with the baby, wivel was just beat up by all of his ex friends, wallace’s name is cleared about the hit and run, and abby and i are screaming at varonica, “MY GOD YOU IDIOT JUST FORGET ABOUT DUNCAN AND DATE LOGAN.” He IS my favorite male lead of all time, and im in love with him...
Don’t let school get in the way of your education.
Improv of the Week:
Philip: ....but Kendra, I just can't wrap my head around the idea of four in four.
Kendra: When I married you, kids were clearly in the picture. It's practically all I talked about our entire engagement.
(Fuming, staring him in the eye with pupils filled with hate.)
I want four in four, and you will give me four in four.
Philip: (sputtering, weakly attempting to stand up to his new wife.) What if I won't?
Kendra: (smiling evilly) Then someone else will.
BAM! Kendra slams the door of their apartment shut, waking several neighbors with this one o'clock in the morning fit. Philip stands alone in the apartment, engulfed by the anger that she left behind and the desperate sort of sadness that's been eating away at his heart since "I do."
Staring out the window and into another dimension of sunshine and skies and people and laughter, Philip sighed. He knew.
It was over.
NI HAO. （你好！） Thought it might do you some good to understand the title of my blog, “The Morning After.” Though generally pretty self explanatory, for my uses the term goes a bit beyond a hangover, the taste of stale something in your mouth, and the inexplicable presence of some chick you don’t recognize in your bed. (What was her name…Trixie or something?) Anyway,...
I would rather regret what I did than what I didn’t do.