April 2012
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March 2012
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Stale airport air and overpriced airport burgers and we’re leaving paradise, I guess, which is not the worst thing that could happen.
Every night here, my subconscious throws me disturbing loops - and I keep falling asleep with the lights on, waking up with a shudder in the wee hours of the morning, never knowing the time or the place.
Two nights ago, I dreamed about a boy I barely know: we...
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wake up, full glass of iced tea, fall back asleep. wake up, slow summer prickles of sweat behind your knees, so you stretch out on the tile floor. the wind flows slowly through the screen doors, and the birds chattering use their seldom lift to lazily blow a breeze across your melanin-gilded stomach, and you don’t know what to do about this life, but certainly it is a beautiful one.
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Anonymous asked: So I have to say, at first I thought this blog was just teenage girl-esque shouting. After I read a few posts however, I realized that not only is it entertaining, It is one of the most unique pieces of personal expression I have read. In fact, I have actually found myself thinking about starting one of my own. What I want to know is, what inspired you to produce this? Do you just happen to be...
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Anonymous asked: What is the best way to approach a woman you barely know without being too cocky/forward/douchey?
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Anonymous asked: Which school subject/intellectual pursuit (if any exists) have you ever struggled with? It seems like you just get away with being smart, but I want to believe that parity exists and that there may be something in which you don't have proficient "skillz"
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less like a lake, more like a moat.
I dreamed that I broke into the basement of your subconscious last night, that I read and read and pieced the pronouns together all while you and your family were pounding around upstairs. Heart in my throat, furiously scribbling down phrases in the bathroom - already caught, fighting secret with secret. Afterwards, I drove home in the snow. I don’t know if it was the same dream or a tangent...
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i killed robert johnson just the same.
Do you ever have those days — and they are days plural, stretching on and on like sticky cobwebs — during which you kind of have to kick yourself, attempting to internalize the obvious reminder that, in fact, the world does not revolve around you?
It starts when the rains follow you to the tropics. You brush it off: it’s called the rainforest for a reason. But the rain...
“perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.” —vladimir nabokov, lolita
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What if ee cummings just didn't know how to work...
je sus fu c k i ng chris t how do e s thi s t ype w r i t er w o r k
-e.e. cummings
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i’ve received a disproportionate amount of marriage proposals via tumblr in the past 24 hours
so i feel obligated to tell you all that i’m not doin’ it until we have marriage equality nationwide
therefore in the interest of our potentially steamy honeymoon night, CALL YOUR SENATOR
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Anonymous asked: I'm crazy in love with you, and I have been for years. How do I get you to marry me? Really, you're everything that I want.
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YOU GUYS
I FELL ASLEEP
I FUCKING FELL ASLEEP ON TOP OF MY BIOLOGY STUDYING
WHICH WAS GOING TO BE MINIMAL STUDYING IN THE FIRST PLACE
I ALWAYS PRETEND TO PANIC BEFORE TESTS, BUT I ALWAYS DO WELL BECAUSE OF INHERENT RETENTION SKILLZ
BUT I HAVE NOT DONE ANY READING TO RETAIN
MY SKILLZ ARE FLOUNDERING IN THEIR OWN EMBRYONIC GOO, BEING LIKE, “SHAME I CAN’T BE PUT TO USE, YOU...
“Rebecca is the best”
– myself
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Anonymous asked: i read your article and then decided to check your blog. by far the smartest and hottest girl at willamette. ridiculous. marry me.
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nous trouverons comment ça se fait sans peur pour la futur : il faut oublier qqfois, tiens, tiens.
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crisis averted, crisis averted
this is the best possible life
truly, truly
these are my cards, dealt or taken, and i will guard them jealously, come hell or high water, and if noah asks me sacrifice the others and to hop on that boat, when he coaxes me with cooed promises of an easy night’s sleep and all the soup in the holy land, i will tell him that i would RATHER DROWN WITH MY SENSE OF...
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oh, jesus fuck
i just had this terrible thought that maybe i’m supposed to change my mind and it will be this bending and kneeling thing that arranges the stars just so and sprinkles the reminders like pollen or freckles across a california poppy-lined night sky
but what am i really proving to anyone? and how am i supposed to live like that?
whose lessons do i teach in a world where all...
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you’re looking at the five identical white hanes v-neck tee shirts and wondering: to whom did you belong? under what circumstances did you become mine? for what reasons didn’t i return you?
i still smell them when i wear them, maybe trying to reach the long lost cologne like a code: to whom did you belong? to whom?
but that’s okay. loss is a societal construct (maybe it’s...
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and the tragic disconnect between who we think we are and how we explain ourselves continues
and we’re shrugging our shoulders and blowing our bangs out of our eyes to cover up the frustration
and just saying resignedly: “humanity.”
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Anonymous asked: How do you know when to go after something or when to let it go?
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unereveusee asked: hipster glasses, brandy melville shirt. where have you been in my life. why aren't we on a tram? why aren't we mangéing at the grignotine? why can't I take a leisurely stroll down centre ville and buy something fabulous? we should have never left france.
“Can I get any of you cunts a drink?”
– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
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cheers to this time —
always somehow suddenly 3am —
because i haven’t noticed it pass,
but at least i have the good sense to regret that fact.
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Am I Gay?: A Journey of Self Discovery with Shang.
If I were currently drinking milk, I would have to spit it out onto my screen. ldkjfldgdfg
twelve-jammy-badgers:
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et voila, enfin, je me suis cassée la gueule d’enfer.
