The name is Alexandria. Just moved to Portland, OR. Coffee black, whiskey neat, lips red. Bibliophile, autodidact, hopeless idealist. Slight obsession with Egon Schiele, maps, bones, the sea, the moon, hands, and treehouses. Proponent of the oxford comma, huge fan of ellipses. I like holding champagne in my mouth until my eyes water, the sound of tent zippers and train horns, handwritten letters, kissing, campfires, ambiguity, stacks of books, playing music with my band, and blanket forts. Travel, adventure, exploring...



Instagram: dullscissors. (But I kind of forget it exists far too often and do not use it enough. I am working on getting better at this).

4th April 2012

Post reblogged from the dawns are heartbreaking with 186 notes

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Most of the writers I know are weird hybrids. There’s a strong streak of egomania coupled with extreme shyness. Writing’s kind of like exhibitionism in private. And there’s also a strange loneliness, and a desire to have some kind of conversation with people, but not a real great ability to do it in person.

-David Foster Wallace, 1996

Tagged: uh-huuuuhDavid Foster Wallacewell yeah that's my life all the wayyou said it darlin'

11th March 2012

Quote reblogged from 수선화의 부활 with 13 notes

We’re all lonely for something we don’t know we’re lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we’ve never even met?
— David Foster Wallace (via harusuisen)

Tagged: Mr. Wallace uh-huihDavid Foster Wallacemissing someone you have never met

8th September 2011

Quote reblogged from with 5 notes

If you’re automatically sure that you know what reality is, and you are operating on your default setting, then you, like me, probably won’t consider possibilities that aren’t annoying and miserable. But if you really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love, fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down.


Not that that mystical stuff is necessarily true. The only thing that’s capital-T True is that you get to decide how you’re gonna try to see it.

— David Foster Wallace’s speech to Kenyon College graduates in 2005 (via sailorsandsweaters)

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