A good writer makes the reader feel less lonely. A good writer makes the reader believe in her own feelings—he assures her (through fiction, no less) that whatever it is she’s feeling is True, and not a psychic symptom of being alone.
Conley Wouters, writing on David Foster Wallace. The entire page of tributes to DFW is wonderful, and good reading for the soul.
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Seriously people, just because its on 70 times a day doesnt mean you have to watch it every time it airs.
Trust me, I attempted to watch every episode of Full House one summer and my mind almost exploded with cheesy-ness.
And then I found out Bob Sagat was a perv. And that one really dirty Alanis Morsett was about Uncle Joey. Pretty much ruined the show for me.

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Seriously people, just because its on 70 times a day doesnt mean you have to watch it every time it airs.

Trust me, I attempted to watch every episode of Full House one summer and my mind almost exploded with cheesy-ness.

And then I found out Bob Sagat was a perv. And that one really dirty Alanis Morsett was about Uncle Joey. Pretty much ruined the show for me.

We don’t throw the first punch, but we’ll throw the last.
I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.

Oscar Wilde

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streeter:
That was quick, Manhattan Mini Storage.

streeter:

That was quick, Manhattan Mini Storage.
mollylambert:

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I wish Sarah Palin hadn’t ruined winking

mollylambert:

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I wish Sarah Palin hadn’t ruined winking

sarazucker:

i absolutely love cardigans and fall is the perfect season to whip them out.

 Probz wearing a cardigan tomorrow. Its supposed to not even make it to 70 and rain… And I’m excited! I love fall.

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evanwalsh:

“Renegades of Funk” by Rage Against the Machine

samreich:

I support the David Allen Grier/Tina Fey ticket.

Whatcha gonna do with all that rage / All that rage up in yr cage

magicmolly:

There’s something perturbing about Sarah Palin’s sauciness. Maybe it is the red heels or winking or insistent (as opposed to inborn) sexiness of her mien. But it stinks of dishonesty. She’s the Brenda Walsh of politicians.

 90210 burrrrn…