six impossible things before breakfast

2011 National Young Fiction Writer Finalist and 2013 National Scholastic Silver Medal winner for poetry. One time David Sedaris called me special.

“Whenever our band first came out, we had peers, or their bands, talk shit about us and I always kinda felt like, “what the fuck is wrong with you?” They weren’t really giving any extensional criticism. They were just angry finger pointing and doing the ‘I don’t know about those guys’ kinda stuff and I was like, “what’s the point of that? Come on!” So after that, I firmly believed I would never talk shit about another artist (in interviews) even though one or two times I’ve come close. [….] Occasionally, I would be sitting with someone having a private conversation and they would talk about (bands) and I would be like, “oh my god, those guys are fucking garbage; that shit is amazing; that shit fucking sucks,” and people would be like, “oh, I thought you were this really nice guy” and I would be like, “no, I’m normal person.” How can I be an artist if I didn’t think some stuff was garbage? I just never felt the need to talk about it in public.”

—   Ezra Koenig (x)

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“My mom would put on John Denver. He had a song that went, “Life is so good / my life is so good these days / life is so good these days / my life is so good.” It made me unbelievably angry as a child. I don’t know, I was like… Excuse me, sir, where is your existential angst? I don’t buy it. You’re full of shit, John Denver. Rest in peace.”

—   Annie Clark [x] (via bjorklift)

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nailed it.


nailed it.

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General feelings of trepidation about this trip (that I should be excited about) because of last year, but I got asked to prom today so that’s kind of cool.


HEY HEY HEY HEYYYYYYYY MY FAVORITE QUEER DRUNK ASSHOLE POET TURNED 450 TODAY (and let me tell you, there is a lot of competition for the title “favorite queer drunk asshole poet”)

BUT as we all know, there is some controversy over who ACTUALLY wrote shakespeare’s plays!


We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him. The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you are afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the physical ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly.“But,” I continued. “As a woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.” The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked. “So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.”


i’m actually pretty cool just give me like 5 tries to get it right

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shoutout to me for still not having my driver’s license

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I was rereading The Secret History last night because I couldn’t sleep and I thought it would make me feel better (which it did), but as I was reading there was a passage where the main character has insomnia and checks The Great Gatsby (one of his favorite books) out from the library because he feels terrible and can’t sleep. He thinks it will make him feel better, but instead he just identifies with Gatsby so much that he just feels more miserable. And there were also a lot of T.S. Eliot references that I missed the first time I read it. I love when it seems like the books I read are interacting with my life, even if it sometimes hits a little close to home. Books are so important. Stories are so important. 

“…the whole evening left me with a keen sense of inadequacy and failure which grew keener with every step. I moved relentlessly over the evening, back and forth, straining to remember exact words, telling inflections, any subtle insults or kindnesses I might’ve missed, and my mind— quite willingly— supplied various distortions.”

—   Donna Tartt (The Secret History)

"I knew you were right for me as soon as I saw your Netflix queue," Cameron smiled as we shared some popcorn while snuggled in front of the TV.


"I knew you were right for me as soon as I saw your Netflix queue," Cameron smiled as we shared some popcorn while snuggled in front of the TV.

“No one asked, at any point, if Mitt Romney might give up on his presidential ambitions because he wanted to spend more time with his litter of grandkids. Fuck, no one even asked in 2012 if Tagg Romney would do less on the campaign trail because he just got two new babies. No one asked because not only did no one care, but because everyone assumed that things would go on as normal because that’s what the fuck people do, men, women, grand or otherwise. The only reason anyone is talking about this is because Hillary Clinton has lady parts. And, no matter how you wanna sputter, “But…no,” it comes out sexist.”