Bryan Gallagher

remember that time I didn’t check this for a while and that Mark Ronson/Amy Winehouse song got...

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:56:38 -0400

remember that time I didn’t check this for a while and that Mark Ronson/Amy Winehouse song got a lot of notes

Is this what it feels like to be popular

I’m going through an Amy Winehouse phase.

Sun, 05 May 2013 11:12:00 -0400

I’m going through an Amy Winehouse phase.

Today’s events are absolutely sickening. As a runner in the Boston area, I find it to be...

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 21:52:28 -0400

Today’s events are absolutely sickening. As a runner in the Boston area, I find it to be absolutely disgusting and contemptible that terrorists would consider one of the oldest and most prestigious sporting events in the world to be a target to put fear and anger into the hearts of those they hate. After seeing images of blood-stained sidewalks, people without legs, runners knocked over just seconds from the finish, and so many other horrific things that are impossible to describe, I have nothing but complete, bitter, unfiltered hatred for whoever did this. One of my friends who lives less than four blocks from what reporters are calling “ground zero” has two friends in the hospital undergoing surgery. Countless athletes and bystanders have been injured on a beautiful day while they sought only to enjoy the sport and the day that nature blessed them with. People whose lifelong dream it has been to complete a 26.2 mile race have had their fantasy shattered when it seemed so close.

Whichever person or persons are behind this plot should be wiped from the earth. Nobody who would strike against countless innocent, helpless, loving, capable, and talented individuals in the midst of a day of celebration and happiness should be allowed to walk free amongst us. Their very existence insults the memory of the three that have already died and the many more still in critical condition and awaiting treatment. I’m not a strong advocate of the death sentence, but I truly believe that if an individual or group of conspirators is apprehended with no doubt of their guilt that the US judiciary system should not hesitate to “give them the chair,” as their actions warrant it.

The Westboro Baptist Church can shove it up their ass, and that’s all I have to say about that. They’re the filthiest piles of shit this country has ever had the misfortune to be home to.

Lastly, I’m saddened by the blow that running will sustain. Countless runners will think twice about practicing their sport, marathon participation will undoubtedly go down, and many of us will have to worry about our safety even more than we already do in this rapidly deteriorating world. Add to all this Kim Jong Un’s overblown ego, and you have a recipe for losing faith in humanity.

My feelings go out to everybody involved, and my thanks to everybody who’s helping clean up from this tragedy, especially the runners who crossed the finish line and kept on going straight to the hospital to donate blood. You can bet that if I wasn’t tied up with school that I would be there tomorrow trying to help restore order.

This is the kind of event that we will remember for decades. We will forever associate these horrible attacks with the Boston Marathon.

Donate to the Red Cross. Help with the relief efforts. Go for a run. Sign up for a 5k. Don’t let these attacks ruin your life. Although hundreds have had their existences drastically altered in just a few short seconds, we can honor them best by moving on with our lives and doing our best to help them recover. Don’t let the sport of running die, and don’t let the injured go without treatment.

That’s all I have to say.

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Sun, 17 Mar 2013 22:55:00 -0400

I still don’t know what I want to do with my life in the long run, but one thing I know for...

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 22:54:00 -0400

I still don’t know what I want to do with my life in the long run, but one thing I know for sure is that I want to go to Middlebury College.

I want to go so badly. More than I’ve ever wanted anything before, I think.

Time to become even more studious.

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Fri, 08 Mar 2013 13:23:00 -0500

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Sat, 09 Feb 2013 18:58:00 -0500

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Sun, 27 Jan 2013 23:38:00 -0500

I am like Charlie Brown when Lucy pulls the football from him. I am too naive to learn, I always...

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 23:34:00 -0500

I am like Charlie Brown when Lucy pulls the football from him. I am too naive to learn, I always believe that there is a person out there who will “complete me,” who will be the yin to my yang. I don’t fall often, but when I do, I fall hard. And it always ends up the same way. Therefore, I have come to this conclusion.

It does not pay to fall in love.

lettucefetish: i basically assume that people don’t like me unless they explicitly tell me they...

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 11:13:00 -0500

lettucefetish:

i basically assume that people don’t like me unless they explicitly tell me they like me and then periodically remind me

fuckyesbitches: fl-orish: antho-logy: korraful: Date a girl...

Thu, 27 Dec 2012 01:35:31 -0500

fuckyesbitches:

fl-orish:

antho-logy:

korraful:

Date a girl who writes.

Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered amidst the space. Tabs open filled with obscure and popular music. Interesting factoids about Catherine the Great, and the immortality of jellyfish. Laugh it off when she tells you that she forgot to clean her room, that her clothes are lost among the binders so it’ll take her longer to get ready, that her shoes hidden under the mountain of broken Bic pens and the refurbished laptop that she’s saved for ever since she was twelve.

Kiss her under the lamppost, when it’s raining. Tell her your definition of love.

Find a girl who writes. You’ll know that she has a sense of humor, a sense of empathy and kindness, and that she will dream up worlds, universes for you. She’s the one with the faintest of shadows underneath her eyelids, the one who smells of coffee and Coca-cola and jasmine green tea. You see that girl hunched over a notebook. That’s the writer. With her fingers occasionally smudged with charcoal, with ink that will travel onto your hands when you interlock your fingers with her’s. She will never stop, churning out adventures, of traitors and heroes. Darkness and light. Fear and love. That’s the writer. She can never resist filling a blank page with words, whatever the color of the page is.

She’s the girl reading while waiting for her coffee and tea. She’s the quiet girl with her music turned up loud (or impossibly quiet), separating the two of you by an ocean of crescendos and decrescendos as she’s thinking of the perfect words. If you take a peek at her cup, the tea or coffee’s already cold. She’s already forgotten it.

Use a pick-up line with her if she doesn’t look to busy.

If she raises her head, offer to buy her another cup of coffee. Or of tea. She’ll repay you with stories. If she closes her laptop, give her your critique of Tolstoy, and your best theories of Hannibal and the Crossing. Tell her your characters, your dreams, and ask if she gotten through her first novel.

It is hard to date a girl who writes. But be patient with her. Give her books for her birthday, pretty notebooks for Christmas and for anniversaries, moleskins and bookmarks and many, many books. Give her the gift of words, for writers are talkative people, and they are verbose in their thanks. Let her know that you’re behind her every step of the way, for the lines between fiction and reality are fluid.

She’ll give you a chance.

Don’t lie to her. She’ll understand the syntax behind your words. She’ll be disappointed by your lies, but a girl who writes will understand. She’ll understand that sometimes even the greatest heroes fail, and that happy endings take time, both in fiction and reality. She’s realistic. A girl who writes isn’t impatient; she will understand your flaws. She will cherish them, because a girl who writes will understand plot. She’ll understand that endings happen for better or for worst.

A girl who writes will not expect perfection from you. Her narratives are rich, her characters are multifaceted because of interesting flaws. She’ll understand that a good book does not have perfect characters; villains and tragic flaws are the salt of books. She’ll understand trouble, because it spices up her story. No author wants an invincible hero; the girl who writes will understand that you are only human.

Be her compatriot, be her darling, her love, her dream, her world.

If you find a girl who writes, keep her close. If you find her at two AM, typing furiously, the neon gaze of the light illuminating her furrowed forehead, place a blanket gently on her so that she does not catch a chill. Make her a pot of tea, and sit with her. You may lose her to her world for a few moments, but she will come back to you, brimming with treasure. You will believe in her every single time, the two of you illuminated only by the computer screen, but invincible in the darkness.

She is your Shahrazad. When you are afraid of the dark, she will guide you, her words turning into lanterns, turning into lights and stars and candles that will guide you through your darkest times. She’ll be the one to save you.

She’ll whisk you away on a hot air balloon, and you will be smitten with her. She’s mischievous, frisky, yet she’s quiet and when she has to kill off a lovely character, when she cries, hold her and tell her that it will be alright.

You will propose to her. Maybe on a boat in the ocean, maybe in a little cottage in the Appalachian Mountains. Maybe in New York City. Maybe Chicago. Baltimore. Maybe outside her publisher’s office. Because she’s radiant, wherever she goes. Maybe even outside of a cinema where the two of you kiss in the rain. She’ll say that it is overused and clichéd, but the glint in her eyes will tell you that she appreciates it all the same.

You will smile hard as she talks a mile a second, and your heart will skip a beat when she holds your hand and she will write stories of your lives together. She’ll hold you close and whisper secrets into your ears. She’s lovely, remember that. She’s self made and she’s brilliant. Her names for the children might be terrible, but you’ll be okay with that. A girl who writes will tell your children fantastical stories.

Because that is the best part about a girl who writes. She has imagination and she has courage, and it will be enough. She’ll save you in the oceans of her dreams, and she’ll be your catharsis and your 11:11. She’ll be your firebird and she’ll be your knight, and she’ll become your world, in the curve of her smile, in the hazel of her eye the half-dimple on her face, the words that are pouring out of her, a torrent, a wave, a crescendo - so many sensations that you will be left breathless by a girl who writes.

Maybe she’s not the best at grammar, but that is okay.

Date a girl who writes because you deserve it. She’s witty, she’s empathetic, enigmatic at times and she’s lovely. She’s got the most colorful life. She may be living in NYC or she may be living in a small cottage. Date a girl who writes because a girl who writes reads.

A girl who writes will understand reality. She’ll be infuriating at times, and maybe sometimes you will hate her. Sometimes she will hate you too. But a girl who writes understands human nature, and she will understand that you are weak. She will not leave on the Midnight Train the first moment that things go sour. She will understand that real life isn’t like a story, because while she works in stories, she lives in reality.

Date a girl who writes.

Because there is nothing better then a girl who writes.

wow. Just wow.

This makes me feel beautiful.

Or you could fall in love with a dancer…

I am a student, a photographer, a musician, and other things.

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 18:33:42 -0500

I am a student, a photographer, a musician, and other things.