Let Them Eat Cake
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Moving Out.
But I am temporarily or perhaps permanently moving to:
linivictoria.tumblr.com
Lini still loves you,
Catch me tumbling.
♥ Lini.
Friday, February 18, 2011
OMG, I totes love [ ] too.
I have this thing, this fatal attraction to things.
It causes me to fall in love with things far too often and far too fast.
I've begun to find that this problem plagues many in my generation, the current twenty-somethings. We think our things are so precious we become infatuated with them. I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell and Catcher in The Rye are our Bibles, Lebron James and Lady GaGa are our Gods, and we make our required pilgrimages to Bonnaroo, Coachella, and Ultra. This seemingly individualistic culture has become the religion of the masses, and we've all blindly converted. And for me at least, when I meet a fellow convert, I think it's some kind of divine indication we are meant to be friends, we are meant to be lovers, we are meant to share our religious experience.
Only everyone loves music. Everyone loves books. Everyone loves food. Everyone loves sports. And though we seem to believe our tastes are tailored, we alone love these divine elements, and we alone know of their existences, it seems we all just drank the Kool-AId. Because when we all love these seemingly brilliant things, it may seem like when we meet someone else who loves them as well, that well, it's just fate.
It's not fate, it't actually fake. It's false perception that because you and someone else both love adore watching Lost and the same Tazo Tea flavor therefore for some reason you and this person somehow belong together.
How do you know what to believe when your own feelings are liars?
Try lying for a change, it's currency of the world.
-Closer
♥ Lini.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Rehearsal
A boy I went to high school with wrote this original post on his tumblr, and I found it quite moving. So, I wrote the female counterpart. The large bulk of it is his, and his is a lot more fluid. You should check it out at the above link. And just as a disclaimer, this is not based around my life or average weekend at all, or anything. Like really.
Blaring from speakers somewhere, the song changes.
I uncross and cross my legs.
The song changes again.
Tuck my hair behind your ear, bite my lip, drop my napkin, place my hand on his knee to brace myself as I reach for it. Gold star for locking eyes on the way back up.
The song changes again.
Yawn. People respond well to yawning. No one likes being boring.
The song changes again.
Close my bar tab.
I know to hold a boy’s hand when we walk down the street, pretending either of us truly believe in this implied affection. I let him give me his coat, because boys don’t feel cold, and that’s why girls don’t wear coats. To relieve boys from wearing theirs- those poor overheated creatures.
I know how it’s supposed to go.
& I know how it actually goes.
I watched Blue Valentine tonight, put me into perspective. Go see it though, a-m-a-z-i-n-g.
♥
Lini.