February 2011
167 posts
I wish.
I had the attention span to be an alcoholic. I’d keep forgetting to drink.
“Taking the high road doesn’t always get you where you need to go.”
– I either just made this up or I heard it in a song. Let’s say I made it up.
January 2011
452 posts
oddballsdontbounce asked: sending you love, and love, and love, and love.
“A poet should not call himself a “poet.” Being a poet is so...”
– Galway Kinnell
Mary Harvey →
Mary Harvey is telling the truth.
60 Awesome Search Engines for Serious Writers →
etiquette-etc:
writingadvice:
Finding the information you need as a writer shouldn’t be a chore. Luckily, there are plenty of search engines out there that are designed to help you at any stage of the process, from coming up with great ideas to finding a publisher to get your work into print. Both writers still in college and those on their way to professional success will appreciate this...
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is...”
– John Keating, Dead Poet’s Society (via thegirlwiththemessyhair)
I need to stop forgetting that I’m a brave girl. A woman who follows her heart even if it leads her off a cliff. I know I’m strong enough to climb back up, dust myself off, laugh at the ridiculous of it all and still find room in my heart to allow someone to enter. I need to stop forgetting that I’m a brave girl. That my heart is equal parts glass and stone. The stone protects...
People I need you to know.
They are women whose words make me ashamed of my own. They hold truth and poetry in their teeth. They are warrior women with hearts equal parts glass and steel. They are flowerbed of stone that blooms soft anyway.
Follow:
http://caitsmeissner.tumblr.com/
http://oddballsdontbounce.tumblr.com/
http://warsanshire.tumblr.com/
And my baby boy:
http://boogiechronicles.tumblr.com
caitsmeissner:
sometimes, the only answer is prayer. Whether you believe or not.
“I am a writer. I suppose I think that the highest gift that a man has is art,...”
– Lorraine Hansberry (via awritersruminations)
Awesome Animated Gifs
elonjames:
I see awesome animated gifs all the time but then when I want to use one I never have any! I’m starting an animated gif train. Add some gifs you love and reblog.
Why it needs to be "the" depression, not "your"...
thehumorlessfeminist:
…because it’s an illness, not a personality trait.
…because no one should carry the weight of it all alone.
…because you or I shouldn’t have to own it.
…because it doesn’t have to always be a part of who you are.
…because other people do understand.
It’s what you have not who you are.
Bassey & Elon dissect Drake & Lil Wayne's "Going... →
Watchelonjames:
How I get out of weddings…
Sometimes he’s funny.
crazysexycool43 asked: The fact that Boogie thought that El DeBarge, who is my husband in my mind, was a white man is just hilarious! And how did he get connected to Justin Bieber?? Too cute!
itsme37 asked: When you was pregnant...Was you afraid?
randumcharacter-deactivated2011 asked: YEAHP! I have a nephew named nicknamed Boogie as well. He's 2. going on 65. He's a handful. I love him.
amibluedotcom asked: Not a questions, but I'm saying this with my chest. You might be able to appreciate someone who shares your "Grenade" sentiments here > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSKIIWDy_80
Boogie Chronicles: Bieber Fever
Watching the UNCF tribute to Chaka Khan. They announce El DeBarge.
Me: Oh! I like him!
Boogie: Is that Justin Bieber's dad?
Me: No. That's El DeBarge.
Boogie: ooooh... His uncle.
Me: No.
Boogie: His brother?
Me: Listen. He has nothing to do with Justin Bieber!
*long pause*
Boogie: Are they friends?
(Follow the new Boogie Chronicles tumblr)
thesocialrecluse asked: You do realize the money you could make off of a Boogie reality show, right? #justsayin
randumcharacter-deactivated2011 asked: From now on, I will say everything w/my chest. LOL.
If my nephew Boogie grows up to be anything like your son, life will be that much more interesting. Y'all are awesome. That is all.
If my nephew Boogie grows up to be anything like your son, life will be that much more interesting. Y'all are awesome. That is all.
roxywtf asked: What was the hospital like?
Boogie Chronicles: Jersey Shore
Why is he crying?
*gasp* did she just hit her brother?!
Why she hit her brother??
I don’t hit my brother. I don’t have a brother. I don’t hit my friends.
She’s not being nice to him.
awwww… he’s crying. That’s not nice to hit people and make them cry.
I don’t like his sister. His sister is very mean.
*on Snookie* Why is she that color?
...
Boogie Chronicles: Thesaurus
Mommy, what program is this?
Program? What are you 45?
trynottorant-deactivated2011042 asked: I've been thinking of freelancing as a writer when I'm a bit older. How did you get your start? Of course you're beyond talented and in my mind folks just came flocking to you. But for the rest of us, what should we do?
Boogie Chronicles: WHAT?!
Hella long but it cracked me the fuck up.
Boogie is reading to me before he goes to bed. It's a book called Animals and all he does is name the animals and make the sound or action that goes with said animal. Somehow, we started talking about what you make out of animals and it was all downhill from there...
Boogie: So what do you do with a sheep?
Me: You know how when you get a haircut, you have to pick up all the hair and throw in the trash?
Boogie: Yes
Me: Well, sheep's wool you take it and you use it to make sweaters and blankets.
Boogie: Oh... and then the sheep grows more hair. What about a pig?
Me: Um...
Boogie: What do you make from pigs?
Me: Well, some people eat pigs.
Boogie: WHAT?!
Me: Yes like... bacon and sausage and pepperoni and ham...
Boogie: Stop! Stop!
*pretends to faint onto his pillow*
Boogie: I can't hear anymore. *eyes closed, arm draped dramatically over his head*
Boogie: What about the chickens?
Me: You don't want to know...
Boogie: Yes I do...
Me: eggs
Boogie: WHAT?!
Me: Nuggets
Boogie: WHAT?!
Me: Popeyes
Boogie: WHAT?! What the---
Me: I know.
Boogie: I'm going to turn the page now.
*This page is filled with baby animals that you match with their parents*
Boogie: The bunny goes with Rabbit... the kitten goes with the cat... the dog goes with the puppy
Me: Good job
He turns the page
Boogie: I know what a baby fish is called. Fishsticks.
Me: No. Fishsticks are made out of fish. Baby fish are just baby fish.
Boogie: Fishsticks... are made out of fish?? What about corndogs?!
Me: *sigh* Sometimes cows, pigs and chickens
Boogie: Stop telling me things!
Me: You asked!
Boogie: No more reading. I don't want to know what you do with dogs and cats.
Me: ME?! I'm not doing anything!
Boogie: *side eyes me*
Then he pulls his Toy Story blanket over him and turns his back on me.
Boogie: Good night, mommy. I hope you don't eat kittens!
confessionsinprose asked: do you need a certain environment to write? i know some writers can write under any circumstances but others need music or silence or whatever to get their thoughts out. what about you?