Dr. Awkward

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July 2011

Anonymous asked: You're not only super cute. You are incredibly gorgeous. I don't mean it in a 'oh my gosh, you are so hot' kind of way or a 'lets get together' sort of way but in a way where I am inspired by you and your attitude toward life and that you are a beautiful person and deserve all that you want from life. You are truly gorgeous inside and out.

Talking to a tree

Every time I go to type out one of these informal “blog posts” I feel like I’m wasting my time. Like, who really cares? Most of my followers are people who I have never met and probably never will. I post something, they like it; I post something else, they follow me because they deem me interesting. But why would my day-to-day life be of any importance to anyone who...

Anonymous asked: You are super adorable..

I miss when people were original.

“People love to make life harder than it has to be.”

– No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July

“I felt the foundation begin to shake, and in my head I said, Run. But I couldn’t...”

– No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July

“I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here,...”

– No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July

“What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.”

– No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July

“Some people are uncomfortable with silences. Not me. I’ve never cared much for...”

– No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July

“Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else.”

– No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July

“Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people...”

– No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July

I went to Dallas today, and as I was looking out of one of the windows of the 8th floor of a skyscraper at the life happening below me, above me, right next to me, and everywhere else, I realized something: I am not alone. I gazed down at the concrete below me and wondered about the woman wearing the purple blouse. Who is she? Where is she going? What is she thinking about? Is she happy? And I...

“But at any rate this was the great, abiding lesson of my boyhood: that I was in...”

– “Such, Such were the Joys…” George Orwe (via ysteb)

I could cry. So many people didn’t hate me for no apparent reason. I didn’t mess everything up. I was skinny. I had a best friend. I could stop failing. I wasn’t so awkward. Superpowers were real. I was taller. People listened to me. I was important. Life didn’t totally suck.

Her: Are you doing drugs, impregnating girls, getting in fights? Shoplifting?

Me: All of the above. I'm addicted to heroin, have seven children (all from different girls), am on probation right now due to the last fight I got in, and have a $500 fine I have to pay for stealing a pair of Spiderman underwear from Kohl's. It's pretty bad.

I find it difficult to care about much of anything...

“I dream sometimes about flying. It starts out like I’m running really,...”

– (500) Days of Summer

I’m standing on railroad tracks. Night is falling. The cicadas swarm into my head, their humming eclipsing my every thought. I look up and see gray. The sky is unhappy. I glance left and right as I decide which direction I want to start walking. The sun is dying. If I’m honest with myself, it doesn’t matter which direction I choose. I’ll eventually meet a train and I...

“From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built...”

– Paige Bradley