Hi Katie!! So I read your earlier post about wanting to have a "boys advice" tumblr and I think you should write a guest column for the second issue of Lips! I'm not sure how you would set up a way for people to ask you questions before then, but our next issue will probably be coming out around the time school starts in the fall. Still not sure on the date, but you have time.
Of course it doesn't have to be Q & A, you could just write some general advice/tales from the crypt. Judging from that e-mail you sent to "Spencer", you definitely have the chops. Think about it!
just sent this email to a poetry classmate dis dude really gonna regret ever talking to me :/ hope i sent it to the right “Spencer”
"I was thinking about what you said today; about how you have a problem with letting go and writing about something that is actually dear to you?Similarly, I bet that you are the type of person who reserves your favorite/better clothes for a more special/*appropriate occasion? Well, my answer to this is that: isn’t it always AN occasion? IT IS ALWAYS THAT OCCASION. YOU ARE LIVING. YOUR SKIN IS AN ORGAN! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? YOU HAVE NO INSIDES! YOUR OUTSIDES ARE absorbing. it is the occasion. put your good clothes on.
the time is now. don’t wait around for something or something to finally tell you that you are arriving. you have arrived!!you are arrived! and you have all of these likes, and dislikes, and aesthetics, and feelings, and emotions and they will never be as powerful as now. you are in your prime.
it may feel uncomftorable at first, but just as you start to share your sacredness you will soon realize that nobody cares. but that is the beauty. its not sacred to them. also sharing will give you the oppurtunity to flex and stretch, and to absorb more.
dont make it a chamber. maybe just after school detention”
glah so at work this couple came in, and when they came up to the register to pay: me: is this together or separate? girl: separate me: separate? girl: separate me: separate? girl: separate me: separate? girl: ..separate
*but not funny, like for some reason i just really COULD NOT understand her and she was for real getting kinda weirded out. and then i started laughing at the thought of this being in a movie, with other things going on in the movie; and she thought i was laughing at her because her man wasn’t paying for her meal. but really i was just laughing and then i had to explain that i wasn’t laughing at her i was just laughing at things i was imaging in my head. so basically i had to explain to this lady that i was crazy. i think i am either like super depressed or super oppisote of depressed; either way i can just tell that i am not on the same sort of level as other people and im trying to figure out how to get thereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. hellooo i want to talk to youuuu