No Particular Night or Morning

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Where have our divas gone? There is no strife in ZoZo’s lily-white aesthetic. No sex, no violence, just tweeting. What a tepid and sniveling symbol she is. She has nothing to draw on, nothing to find resonance in. She’s not even fit for our time. Give us a beleaguered icon. Someone trying to maintain their imperial draw even though they’ve grown bloated and water-logged with age. I want to hear the sounds of a woman who has known loss and triumph, not the pubescent squeaks of a flinching sitcom star with cute bangs and a stupid blog.
Natasha Vargas-Cooper, on Zooey Deschanel (via weshallallbehealed)

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New Year’s Day = 8 hours of the Twilight Zone marathon. Some of the most unsettling phantasies and some of the most beautiful cinematography I’ve ever seen.

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My “date” ended up being just me, sitting on my neighbor’s couch, watching Gossip Girl, and cleaning dog poop out of carpet. Sadness was involved.

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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Blue Jeans - Lana Del Rey

I’m pretty excited about this album. I bought my mom the single for part of her Christmas present because I couldn’t wait to share this with her.

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Oh my god.

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So this guy turned 10 yesterday. Being the terrible mother that I am, I left the birthday cookie that was purchased last week in its wrapping and went to bed early. And I spent my day off today in a zombie-like stupor watching Gossip Girl on Netflix instead of playing and cuddling with the Boss Man. But he must know he’s loved because he’s been able to eat and sleep all day, every day this week, which are pretty much his favorite things to do. I guess I’ll let him sleep in my bed tonight so he can be super comfy and I can rub his belly while I smell his popcorn-scented paws (a smell that someone once told me was caused by bacteria, a fact I choose to forget and ignore).