I was helping out at photo lab (Wal-Mart) one day when a very nice elderly lady walked up with something in her hands. “Can you help me?” she asked me politely. “I can’t figure out how to get this camera to work. I don’t know where to put the film.”
I looked at what she was holding. “Well, ma'am,” I informed her, “that’s a radio.”
She looked down at the radio in her hands. “Oh.” She looked back up at me. “It still doesn’t work.”
“Well, hopefully it just needs new batteries.” I helped her figure out what batteries it needed, rang her up, she thanked me for my “excellent help,” and left with a smile on her face.
I was getting worried about becoming too happily stodgily practical: instead of studying Locke, for instance, or writing—I go make an apple pie, or study The Joy of Cooking, reading it like a rare novel. Whoa, I said to myself. You will escape into domesticity & stifle yourself by falling headfirst into a bowl of cookie batter. And just now I pick up the blessed diary of Virginia Woolf which I bought with a battery of her novels Saturday with Ted. And she works off her depression over rejections from Harper’s (no less!—and I can hardly believe that the Big Ones get rejected, too!) by cleaning out the kitchen. And cooks haddock & sausage. Bless her. I feel my life linked to her, somehow. I love her—from reading Mrs. Dalloway for Mr. Crockett—and I can still hear Elizabeth Drew’s voice sending a shiver down my back in the huge Smith class-room, reading from To the Lighthouse. But her suicide, I felt I was reduplicating in that black summer of 1953. Only I couldn’t drown. I suppose I’ll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.
Did you know that Jess never lets any of her electronics go below 25%, just in case someone else needs to use them?
(No, but seriously how does she even do that? How long is her battery life? Does she do nothing on her phone? What about when she’s at work? Oh- I just figured it out. Jess charges her phone at work. She probably has a backup portable charger and an emergency flip phone just in case though.)
(Also: Nick and WInston are wearing matching colours. Nice one, wardrobe team!)
Co-anchor I’ve been tapping, at her house, two Christmases ago, after I got the kid’s toys together and told my wife I needed to go get batteries. I told her it took me three hours to find a place that was open.
I can’t believe the glee from the larries over this danielle drama. She’s been there for Louis during the hardest time of his life and was with him for his birthday party on December 23. She’s still in the UK so I think it’s safe to say she spent Christmas with the family, their first Christmas without Johannah. She’s been a trooper, giving up Thanksgiving with her family to be with him and his family. So with friends in London, it makes complete sense that she would take some time to celebrate a non-family holiday. She can recharge her batteries and go back to the Louis and family stronger and happier. It’s exhausting to grieve and she wants to be there for Louis but she needs and deserves a break too.
I am restless. Eager. Yet unproductive. […] But I biked to town today to shop […]. Loaded my black patent leather bag with sherry, cream cheese (for grammy’s apricot tarts), thyme, basil, bay leaves (for Wendy’s" exotic stews - - - a facsimile of which now simmers on the stove), golden wafers (such an elegant name for Ritz crackers), apples and green pears.
I was getting worried about becoming too happily stodgily practical: instead of studying Locke, for instance, or writing - - - I go make an apple pie, or study the Joy of Cooking, reading it like a rare novel. Whoa, I said to myself. You will escape into domesticity & stifle yourself by falling headfirst into a bowl of cookie batter. And just now I pick up the blessed diary of Virginia Woolf which I bought with a battery of her novels saturday with Ted. And she works off her depression over rejections from Harper’s (no less! - - - and I hardly can believe that the Big Ones get rejected, too!) by cleaning out the kitchen. And cooks haddock & sausage. Bless her. I feel my life linked to her, somehow. I love her […].
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Cambridge Diary, 25 February 1957
do u ever think about how noah looked at blue and saw a girl with so much to give and who needed someone who wasn’t living at 300 fox way to play with her hair and how she looked at noah and saw this adorable soft kid who never got the chance to grow up, who always saw his something more, and brought out the something more in her. they literally just met each other and went “yup, this nerds mine” because i do i think about it all the time
a portable charger, because I’m one of those people who drains her phone battery CONSTANTLY
wet wipes, because these things are fool-proof when it comes to correcting my smudged lipstick after meals and they smell amazing
my kindle, because I don’t have my driver’s license and it’s the best for long journeys on public transport
at least Two color pop lip shades (it’s almost always lovebug and mama because I’m Boring like that)
5 things in my bedroom
numerous leather jackets just draped over a chair
one of those little jewellery trees shaped like a literal tree
photos of me and my friends and family taped to my desk
this one super cute postcard of a cat telling a dog that he’s a bumbling idiot, like idek why I still have it?? it’s just so cute
a row of tiny pokemon plushies that have been given to me by a variety of people, it’s CRAZY
5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life
write a book (which I kinda did in 2016!)
go to a con, or something (or to be more accurate, get someone to film one of those videos where bob morley says my name and somEONE TELLS HIM THAT HE HAS A FUCK LOT OF FANS IN SOUTH-EAST ASIA WE LOVE HIM!!!)
travel with my sister to europe like we always wanted to
buy my dad a big ol’house by the sea
learn how to cook SOMETHING ELSE other than potato salad and eggs
5 things that make me happy
shit fuck potato salad and uh bacon
changing my sheets and rolling in them
gilmore girls and parks and recreation with a cup of coffee, yes
uhm when you get perfect temperature water when you step into the shower
5 things that I’m currently into
leather jackets but then again?? I’m always into leather jackets??
I’m actually really liking kale all of a sudden, don’t @ me about this
oh and that trend where you wear fishnets under ripped jeans, like I think that’s the coolest thing ever rn
all this Bellarke Shit (andkld tOO SOON)
I’m really into sweet vicious, at the moment, and it needs to be renewed for season 2 before I cry
5 things on my to-do list
get my schedule for the spring semester in check and drop all the modules I don’t WANT TO do instead of just taking them and grouching about it
be nice to all my relatives during chinese new year (ugh)
finish all my fic before t100 S4 starts
finally use that philosophy shower gel that my friend got for me
get around to using that day planner that I bought!!!
5 things you may not know about me
I LOVE food documentaries. Or like, basically, YouTube cooking channels. I may hate buzzfeed with a dying passion, but buzzfeed tasty is my jaM. Also, chef’s table on netflix!!
I was really big on anime when I was a kid, so I took up japanese when I got older just so I could rewatch my old faves without subtitles (see: cardcaptor sakura, pokemon and naruto)
I used to work in the fashion/printing industry and it was p.fun but also v.stressful
I added another tattoo to my arsenal and it’s a constellation!
I once broke my nose as a kid running into a glass wall bECAUSE I DIDN’T SEE IT OK