January 2012
78 posts
writing it down
Terence: it's not that i don't like it
for being mainstream
it's like
i like a lot of stuff that is easily accessed
but if you want fucking treasure?
you gotta go on an ADVENTURE for that shit
discovering treasure is just wonderful
Me: i've never thought of writing that way before
wait a sec
i like that
a lot
Terence: i wasn't thinking of it in terms of writing
more in terms of listening
Me: oh oh
Terence: but now that you mention it
Me: ...right?
Terence: that makes possibly even more sense
Me: i'm actually really excited about that idea
Terence: we'd best write it down
i
am
settling into you.
“There are essentially two things that will make you wise — the books you read...”
– Jack Canfield (via suejaybluejay)
Rookie » How to Not Care What Other People Think... →
“Don’t compromise yourself. You are all you’ve got.”
– Janis Joplin
I am inappropriate levels of devastated about not going home next weekend
I don’t want to be an RA anyway, so why do I have to stay for this stupid interview
Because it’s fifteen grand, that’s why
And my whole next year is going to be cleaning up after freshmen and waiting in my room
And really all I want is to go home and see my mom and my dog and watch football.
Ramparts - John Frusciante
Someone wanted to check on me, today. It made me think of having my forehead felt when I was sick as a kid. Just a flat palm, that’s all. Just checking. I guess it’s just nice to feel someone’s cool hand reaching for you when your mind has been on fire. Anyway, I’ve been so steadily trudging across my life lately that I hadn’t paid much attention to my writing,...
FUCK YOU
Different you. Inconsequential you. You who I have and always have had zero interest in, you who I cannot get to leave me the fuck alone.
I get that you have a crush on me, and I get that it could be difficult for you to deal with. In fact, I empathize! I get where you’re coming from. Granted, I fell for a guy who was well within my league…you?
Look. No, actually, stop looking. You...
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Not really. But you could stop hearing from me completely, as sites like Tumblr as well as Wikipedia, Twitter, and even Facebook and Google could be infringed upon by the impending SOPA and PIPA acts. If you’re anti-internet censorship (and you should be), sign it!
I have blacked out my blog in protest of SOPA.
I know that’s virtually pointless because everyone who cares is going to see everything they need to see on their dash, so I figured I’d articulate: I don’t like SOPA. Leave my internet alone.
darling boy,
i thought i understood mixed signals until i met you. how am i supposed to bridge the gap between yesterday’s conversation and today’s actions? you want a girl, blah blah blah, not me; i head home at a perfectly acceptable/safe time in the evening and you can’t wait more than ten minutes to not only text, but call to check on me, even though you’re high. what even?
we...
ohmygod, oh oh oh
I thought I was going to be okay with this and him and us and this whole long stupid stupid semester alone but now I’m back and we’re talking and not even face to face he’s telling me about wanting a girl and it’s like I’m not even here I’m not even here. I don’t need to want you but I’m not a dude and just give me a little time so I can distance my...
This doesn’t get much easier. In the beginning it was drowning stabbing suffocating can’t breathe won’t breathe claustrophobic sadness now it’s freezing icy cold miserable surviving-but-barely sadness. I don’t understand it because I don’t want to stay here but I guess leaving still hurts.
“Amy made it clear she wasn’t there to be cute. She wasn’t there to play wives...”
– Tina Fey, on Amy Poehler
I just remembered my dream last night. I got a typewriter. Where is my typewriter? I want you back.
I feel as though I am hyperventilating with my mind. Think in, think out. Fast fast fast, over and over and over.
So maybe when I said I was getting over you, what I really meant was I could forget about you maybe if we never spoke again. But of course we did speak again, and I cracked right open all over, like an egg or something. You make me feel like an egg or something, and it doesn’t...
