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ali-with-an-i:

I want you to borrow my clothes

and wear them to work

let me sleep in your shirt

I want you to know

which side of the bed is mine

which cup I use all the time

I want you to see

when I’m in a bad mood

to leave me alone; there’s nothing to do

I want you to talk

about things that don’t matter

over coffee, and cake on a platter

I want you to read

all the books on my shelf

and sleep in my favourite socks

I want you to call

when it’s raining

and you’re in a phone box

I want you to breathe heavily

when you’re asleep on my couch

so I can wake you up and tell you

to shut your mouth

I want you to secretly read all my diaries

so I can catch you and know that you’re lying

when your denying it

I want you to smell

my perfume bottles and remember

which one I wear and how often

I want you to tell me

you noticed today, that I wasn’t here

and it wasn’t the same

I want you to remember

just one of these things,

and maybe

now and then,

you could give me

a ring.

emilyposts:

1. In-text paper citations look like this: (via Smith and Jacobs)
2. You wish you could unfollow people in the real world.
3. Your Tumblr following is more important than you Facebook following.
4. You lie awake at night wondering what private group took your post and get paranoid about why they might want it.
5. You eagerly await emails from your mom and are disappointed when they aren’t worth sending to Post Cards From Yo Momma.
6. You know what JA stands for and have no problem inserting it in everyday posts and/or emails.
7. You have a strong opinion about Peter W. Knox, Mary Rambin or Tumblinas.
8. You start planning your outfit for the next (insert your city here) meet up weeks in advance.
9. The flood of pictures that follows a meet up infuriates you, especially if you live in a city/town that doesn’t have meet ups.
10. As you read Web sites, your mind immediately asks: is this text? a photo? a quote? link? chat? audio? video? Things that fall into multiple categories really confuse you.
11. You change your theme more often than you do laundry, and you’ve contacted Topherchris more than once about designing something fresh for you.
12. You fantasize about Jakob Lodwick.
13. Your feelings are deeply hurt when a post you worked hard on doesn’t make the radar.
14. Your boss calls you into his office to discuss the recent jump in your bandwidth usage.
15. You judge people based on how good their muxtapes are. 

This is great Emily!

jennyalison:

“I had some strange conversations in amazing places with my dear old friends over the weekend. Friends I’ve known from ‘growing up,’ and friends I play to keep when I grow old. There’s a reason why I keep the friends I keep, and the places we go, and that reason is because genuity and realness and love are hard to come by in a town full of people just looking for their next hit or ego fluffer. I’m not sophisticated enough to hang with the ‘in crowd’ whoever they might be, and I don’t care enough to hang out with people who think they are cool, or people who hang out in bars just because the bar itself makes them feel cool. I think I’m ‘cool’ because I’m nice. And in all my failings and flailings, I, at the very least, got your back, might even rub your back in public, and will never stab you in the back. I just want hugs and love and good times with my dearest, and frankly don’t give two-shits about how sceney our chosen haunt is. I just care that people I love are having a good time. The rest is just wallpaper.”

Get your ass to lunch now.  You know I can’t leave for lunch until you get back and yet you still continue to leave late and take at least an hour and a half.  Gee, can’t imagine why I end up in a pissy mood in the afternoons.  Maybe it’s because I don’t leave for lunch until 2:00.  My blood sugar and workplace tolerance are extremely low at this moment; hence, you suck.

Sincerely, Erin 

Update: She just left for lunch.  It’s 12:56pm.