Decaffeinated Memoirs

Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?

The often rambling musings of a Detroit-souled Ohio college student

Sometimes my mom mentions things that I say on twitter to me in conversation, and then will always qualify it with “I don’t check your twitter often, I just happened to read that one.” 

O RLY?

But what’s a worm now to do?

People want to believe gender is something that’s essential, and people repeat these essentialist ideas all the time. “Oh, women do that” and “Oh, men do that” and the reality is that all women don’t anything. We as individuals do what we do, you know, and sometimes that’s informed by gender and sometimes it’s just who we are. And I think all that just makes people really, really uncomfortable because they don’t want to think about who they are.

She hopes for nothing except fine weather and a resolution. She wants to end properly, like a good sentence.

—Zadie Smith - White Teeth (via nobighair)

I’m still struggling with whether or not sending someone a poem and saying “this reminded me of you” is cool or lame.