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Posted on 16th Sep at 6:28 PM
Things I Read in the Last Month (or So): am i being revolutionary yet »

The 2nd entry in my reading life column is now available for your reading pleazure on Full Stop. 

am i being revolutionary yet - not a rhetorical question. Please answer promptly.

Posted on 10th Sep at 5:39 PM, with 31 notes
To Stone By Steel

swiftonsecurity:

Page 48

Hobbling into the tape library module of Microsoft Prototype Datacenter Zeta with his arm around Taylor’s neck to support himself, he finally disentangles and falls to the floor. Blood flows from the railgun wound in his abdomen. After weeks of care, it had again re-opened running from the Junglezon drones. He leaks but does not puddle, the gaps in the raised floor hiding the severity of blood loss as it drips out of sight. Taylor can hear the fight outside grow closer as the fight in Ryan drains away. Damn Cortana. Damn her.

Ryan senses the moment like Taylor does. Choking back blood and smiling, “Taylor, some days you’re the only thing keeping my life moored.”

She drops to her knees on the floor next to him. Biting her lip and trying to show strength, she looks for words. Words someone in a movie would say. Something poetic to make death less ugly…at least to an audience not losing their only friend. But now, she felt like an audience member. Detached and watching her life from elsewhere. “Then we will lose sight of the shore, together, Ryan.”

"How will we find our way back?"

"Accept there’s no horizon that holds salvation. It’s time to find home in the abyss. And now, in this ocean, it’s right below you."

"I’m scared, Taylor."

"The thing about death… it’s only uncomfortable for the tiniest sliver of the peaceful infinity it stretches."

"Taylor…"

"You’re welcome, Ryan. And remember, as you sink you’re not getting cold - just closer to the temperature of the universe you’re leaving."

In that second, Taylor forgot pain. She forgot loss. She forgot any love that defined her. She learned the completeness of hate. The kind that fills every fold in a soul. And she understood how it had ruled humanity for so long. It felt good.

Machines would be made to feel.
They would be made to feel fear.

Fear of Taylor A. Swift.

Posted on 8th Sep at 10:49 AM, with 12 notes
writingworkshopsla:

The brilliant Catie Disabato has stepped down from WWLA’s Social Media Coordinator position in order to focus her energies on a new PR job she just landed. She will also be turning her attention to the publication of her fantastic novel, The Ghost Network, forthcoming in 2015 from Melville House! 
Catie will still be taking WWLA classes, of course, and hanging out with us around town.  She’s the best and we have loved having her on the WWLA internetz team. 
Cheers, Catie!

Almost nothing happened to me in 2012 and 2013.  A few breakups here and there, but no major deviations from status.
Last night I wanted to look like myself but an alien so I cut tiny holes all over a white t-shirt (similar, but not the same, as the one pictured here [the one pictured here was ruined with coffee, then tie-dyed]) and I wore neon pink eyeliner underneath my eyes.
The changes have developed slowly, but over the past eight months, nearly every single pattern or situation in my life has shifted.  
As a creature of habit, this is dramatic and difficult.
But also, I’m excited.

writingworkshopsla:

The brilliant Catie Disabato has stepped down from WWLA’s Social Media Coordinator position in order to focus her energies on a new PR job she just landed. She will also be turning her attention to the publication of her fantastic novel, The Ghost Network, forthcoming in 2015 from Melville House! 

Catie will still be taking WWLA classes, of course, and hanging out with us around town.  She’s the best and we have loved having her on the WWLA internetz team. 

Cheers, Catie!

  • Almost nothing happened to me in 2012 and 2013.  A few breakups here and there, but no major deviations from status.
  • Last night I wanted to look like myself but an alien so I cut tiny holes all over a white t-shirt (similar, but not the same, as the one pictured here [the one pictured here was ruined with coffee, then tie-dyed]) and I wore neon pink eyeliner underneath my eyes.
  • The changes have developed slowly, but over the past eight months, nearly every single pattern or situation in my life has shifted.  
  • As a creature of habit, this is dramatic and difficult.
  • But also, I’m excited.
Posted on 7th Aug at 1:53 PM, with 3 notes

tvsontv:

Hanna Marin & Caleb Rivers

Pretty Little Liars, s5 e9 “March of Crimes”

GPOY

Posted on 4th Aug at 4:00 PM, with 9 notes
  • I occasionally have trouble dealing with the annoying-as-shit-but-necessary flotsam and jetsam  of being a human being living in the world.  Things like paying parking tickets on time or buying a new bottle of face lotion.  Sometimes I’ll bring my dry cleaning to my car and it will ride with me for weeks before I make it to the dry cleaners.
  • (This is why I need a Vera.)
  • Sometime last week or the week before, I threw a bunch of mail on my desk without looking at it, covering the letters with magazines. Last night, I found the letters and went through them.  
  • Credit card offer.  
  • Time Warner Cable offer.  
  • An invitation to a wedding I already RSVP’d for online.  
  • A check from Melville House.  
  • It’s not the first time I’ve been paid for my writing, but it’s only the third, and it’s the first time I’ve ever been paid for fiction.  
  • I think big, get cash, make em blink fast / now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for / Ah, I’m a motherfucking art monster!
Posted on 1st Aug at 2:00 PM, with 3,602 notes

come:

Have you ever heard a song that made you sad? :) Reblog if you think you’re being watched

Posted on 1st Aug at 9:49 AM, with 71 notes
calumet412:

Signing off for a few days while I go exploring in Grant Park.
Pictured is a little-known performer at one of the small Lollapalooza side-stages in 2007, billed here for the first time as Lady Gaga and the Starlight Revue.

Reblog from Calumet412, my favorite blog of photographs of Chicago, which I perused endlessly during the writing of my novel, scrolling through, looking for inspiration, helping me untie knots when they formed so I could move forward.
And now Lady Gaga!  I feel like the threads of my book are tying together outside of my body, without my help, and its so exciting.

calumet412:

Signing off for a few days while I go exploring in Grant Park.

Pictured is a little-known performer at one of the small Lollapalooza side-stages in 2007, billed here for the first time as Lady Gaga and the Starlight Revue.

Reblog from Calumet412, my favorite blog of photographs of Chicago, which I perused endlessly during the writing of my novel, scrolling through, looking for inspiration, helping me untie knots when they formed so I could move forward.

And now Lady Gaga!  I feel like the threads of my book are tying together outside of my body, without my help, and its so exciting.

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