--First, I

"Who the fuck said I ever wanted to be a millionaire?"

(am not Jude Quinn, but I am American, and I go to uni in the Northeast)

--my fandoms

we're all mostly on tumblr now. glee (but only ironically and mustachely), the recurring characters of snl, castle, bbc sherlock, adventure time, bomb girls is getting me back into writing eek eek eek

--my muses

"With novels or operas or other grand works of art I'm like, ‘Wow, how the fuck did you do that?’ I'm much more on the level of understanding how someone can draw a picture or write a poem or short story."

(in another life, I want to be Regina Spektor)

Before Sunset

In my freshman year of college, I found it hard to get out of bed and would often lie around, pleasantly awake but absolutely unmotivated, reading Play It as It Lays

And if He returns, take him to court. He walked out on us. He ought to pay.

While here, I have seen the band Lydia play three times, and I believe I could listen to them for the rest of my life.

--a poem

According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring

a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry

of the year was
awake tingling
near

the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself

sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings' wax

unsignificantly
off the coast
there was

a splash quite unnoticed

this was
Icarus drowning

(William Carlos William)