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I'm Allimuffin.

Age: twentysomething

Location: NYC area, specifically the 6th borough

Occupation: temp, as-yet-to-be-paid actress & singer, spare time artist, piano player, writer and tumblr-er

This is a collection of things that I find lovely and inspiring. I post my own artwork here too, as well as my thoughts on various movies, books, music, etc.

Enjoy all you find, and have a lovely day.

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25 May 12
A few weeks ago, I had an odd dream in which I was given three pairs of J.Crew  pants for free. Two pairs were a shade of pink I loathe, but I tried them on anyways. The third was a pastel green—a color I love, but never wear. I tried the pink ones on and they were either too big and too small. The green fit perfectly, and made my butt look amazing, but I was reluctant to keep them because they didn’t go with the rest of my wardrobe.
There’s a metaphor in all this. My subconscious was trying to tell me something important: let go of what you think you want. Holding on to a rigid set of ideas and standards prevents me from taking advantage of unforeseen opportunities. Or at least that’s what I believe it meant. Maybe my subconscious just really wants me to buy pastel green pants?

A few weeks ago, I had an odd dream in which I was given three pairs of J.Crew  pants for free. Two pairs were a shade of pink I loathe, but I tried them on anyways. The third was a pastel green—a color I love, but never wear. I tried the pink ones on and they were either too big and too small. The green fit perfectly, and made my butt look amazing, but I was reluctant to keep them because they didn’t go with the rest of my wardrobe.

There’s a metaphor in all this. My subconscious was trying to tell me something important: let go of what you think you want. Holding on to a rigid set of ideas and standards prevents me from taking advantage of unforeseen opportunities. Or at least that’s what I believe it meant. Maybe my subconscious just really wants me to buy pastel green pants?

21 March 12

I always feel weird walking by places I used to live.

I usually avoid doing it, if I can. Tonight I realized why—for however many months, or years, when I saw the place I would feel a great relief because I’d be home. Home means doing everything to my own rhythm, knowing where I am, getting to rest. It’s my asylum. But when I don’t live there anymore, I have to remember that I can’t get comfortable. Not yet. It’s unsettling.

17 March 12

“Crazy for You” (Live) — Adele

5 March 12

“Mind Eraser”—The Black Keys

Tags: music thoughts
23 February 12

def: aloof

(adj.) distant, unsympathetic, or supercilious in manner, attitude, or feeling


24 January 12
Before watching the game on Sunday, I couldn’t have picked Eli Manning out in a police lineup. But now that I know who he is, I’ve added him to my “Awesome People” list. Yes, he’s a winning QB on a Super Bowl bound team, but he also seems like a really nice guy. A friend rode in an elevator with him a couple times and said that if you randomly pushed him, he’d probably look at you like, “Heyyyyyyyy” rather than pummel you to the ground. A pro-football player that eschews a confrontation?! Crazy!
Go Giants!

Before watching the game on Sunday, I couldn’t have picked Eli Manning out in a police lineup. But now that I know who he is, I’ve added him to my “Awesome People” list. Yes, he’s a winning QB on a Super Bowl bound team, but he also seems like a really nice guy. A friend rode in an elevator with him a couple times and said that if you randomly pushed him, he’d probably look at you like, “Heyyyyyyyy” rather than pummel you to the ground. A pro-football player that eschews a confrontation?! Crazy!

Go Giants!

20 January 12
Last night, I became a Mac user. As a creative-type, this was long overdue. It’s been a little over twelve hours, but I already feel like I’ve bonded with the machine. I’ve named it “Edith”. Her beauty was so great, it spurred me to clean my room. If this isn’t love, I don’t know what is.

Last night, I became a Mac user. As a creative-type, this was long overdue. It’s been a little over twelve hours, but I already feel like I’ve bonded with the machine. I’ve named it “Edith”. Her beauty was so great, it spurred me to clean my room. If this isn’t love, I don’t know what is.

19 January 12
A question.

A question.

9 January 12

On Dance Moms

My roommate is, in her own words, “OBSESSED with Dance Moms”. I finally got to see what all the fuss was about last night because Lifetime was running a marathon of Season 1. HOLY GOD. I tried to practice being non-judgmental, but man, some of those women are crazy. They are more moody and stubborn than their elementary school-age daughters. For the sake of the children, I hope the show is partially scripted.

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh