dolanwits

i like beads, bangles and boots.
first lotto ticket everrr. big, no HUGE, moment.

first lotto ticket everrr. big, no HUGE, moment.

i like to spoon-feed/force others to read what i read. and i get very upset when they don’t follow through. B however purchased all the books on the reading list i made for him. though he just admitted to me he hasn’t read a single one yet. URG.

DOLANWITSTYLE: Edition 2

—elinor daly—

(note: due to some “technical” difficulties i can’t get the effin pictures of my important notes to appear vertically on this blog—despite them having been saved that way…UGH whatever…SOOO if you are dextrous just, umm, turn your laptop 90 degrees for a second?)

now i have known elle since i was 19. we’ve been through a LOT despite us being quite the opposites. i think this style profile will further prove this. (i mean she “hates” the catcher in the rye!!! whattt!!! is she an alien?) but i love her to pieces nonetheless.

SO my new thing is to criticize others’ fashion sense. kidding. kinda. no it’s more to ENCAPSULATE it and i suppose to see if it sparks any mystery into one’s character that was previously looked over… YUP and because i love knowing what everyone is wearing (jackets to tighty-whities). and then judge. truth is now spoken.

SO my new thing is to criticize others’ fashion sense. kidding. kinda. no it’s more to ENCAPSULATE it and i suppose to see if it sparks any mystery into one’s character that was previously looked over…

YUP

and because i love knowing what everyone is wearing (jackets to tighty-whities). and then judge.

truth is now spoken.

john frusciante is a badass. that is all.

Elizabeth Wurtzel reminds me a lot of Miss Maynard. Both self-involved and troubled, yet both freakin smart ladies. I guess that pertains to a lot of writers…Anyhow, when I was looking to see if I still had Maynard’s At Home in the World I stumbled upon Wurtzel’s Prozac Nation in my book stack and started flipping through it. I actually had some shit underlined. Whoa. Intense. Even though I don’t think I would get along with her, I love the immediate recognition I feel with some of her musings. Thanks Lizzie. I think. Here are some of the stand-outs (according to moi bien sur): “I start to feel like I can’t maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is. I don’t know. Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?… I don’t know the answer, I know only that I can’t. I don’t want any more vicissitudes, I don’t want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.” “Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.” “Insanity is knowing that what you’re doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can’t stop it.” “What I really need, what I’m really looking for, is not something I can articulate.” “Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I’m always missing someone or someplace or something. I’m always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.” WOW. THAT WAS DEPRESSING. tata.

Elizabeth Wurtzel reminds me a lot of Miss Maynard. Both self-involved and troubled, yet both freakin smart ladies. I guess that pertains to a lot of writers…Anyhow, when I was looking to see if I still had Maynard’s At Home in the World I stumbled upon Wurtzel’s Prozac Nation in my book stack and started flipping through it. I actually had some shit underlined. Whoa. Intense.

Even though I don’t think I would get along with her, I love the immediate recognition I feel with some of her musings. Thanks Lizzie. I think.

Here are some of the stand-outs (according to moi bien sur):

“I start to feel like I can’t maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is. I don’t know. Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?… I don’t know the answer, I know only that I can’t. I don’t want any more vicissitudes, I don’t want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.”

“Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.”

“Insanity is knowing that what you’re doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can’t stop it.”

“What I really need, what I’m really looking for, is not something I can articulate.”

“Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I’m always missing someone or someplace or something. I’m always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.”

WOW. THAT WAS DEPRESSING. tata.

salinger’s self-obsessed and messed ex-girlfriend. just like him! though i do love me some glass family stories…franny, zooey, seymour…swoon.

if only we could all have a cameron in our lives…amazballs.