And even this...

I'm single. I want to help Kristen Stewart. I go by Sydney Jaded. You may call me either.
Or just SJ.
Broken brain. Fractured heart. Killer smile. Wicked sense of humor.

In the face of the beautiful-awful-tragic-absurd-mundane-heartbreaking-impossible-wonderful,
all I can think to say is:
and even this...

“I record my life, sifting and trying to separate what is real from what I’ve dreamed. I have decided not to tell you what is fact versus what is unfact primarily because (a) I am giving you a portrait of the essence of me, and (b) because, living where I do, living in the chasm that cuts through thought, it is lonely… come with me, reader. I am toying with you, yes, but for a real reason. I am asking you to enter the confusion with me, to give up the ground with me, because sometimes that frightening floaty place is really the truest of all. Kierkegaard says, 'The greatest lie of all is the feeling of firmness beneath our feet. We are most honest when we are lost.' Enter that lostness with me. Live in the place I am, where the view is murky, where the connecting bridges and orienting maps have been surgically stripped away.”
— Lauren Slater

“I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken, and the one that could always brighten up your day even if she couldn’t brighten her own.”

AIM: andeventhis
Email: andeventhis[at]aim[dot]com

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nedhepburn:

frangry:

Oh my god. I just can’t take it anymore.

this has to be fake. it has to be. if it isn’t i’m moving to a commune where i will grow all my own food.

UPDATE: its fucking real. lets go through this.

look. at. those. headlines.

Jay Leno? Lady Gaga? on the same cover? of a magazine that used to give a damn? are you fucking serious? ~~have you totally sold out?~~ you have totally sold out.

new celebrity gurus? what the fuck? if i wanted Us Weekly i’d pick that up instead.

a cigarette that might not kill you is a brilliant headline for a magazine that has Evil Robot Bernadette Peters on the front of it.

The 90’s Revival. really, Rolling Stone? i bet you talk about Nirvana. no, go on! i’ll wait.

Dave Matthews.

Recession Drugs? so you mean MORE pot? this isn’t as much a list of headlines as it is just a string of nouns, is it? this entire cover was kept locked in a drawer marked ‘wouldnt it be funny if…’ and then you guys just ran out of ideas.

The Girl Who Will Save MTV. does anybody even watch MTV anymore? people who care about eyebrows and car size do. why are you trying to sell a magazine to them?

and finally. LA’s punk rock gym. further cementing the fact that you’ve gone from “timeless publication” to “Vh1: The Magazine”.

its fucking sad. Rolling Stone used to actually be a GOOD READ.