February 2012
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My chest is solid;This was a disaster. One minute I feel the bass in the balls of my feet, its vibrations in my ankles. Painful, but so deliciously sweet and freeing. I danced alone because I didn’t care. I felt sexy: my tattoo on display, makeup painted to slant my eyes slightly upwards as if frozen with heavy lids. No one bothered to document this. What do I want? He wasn’t mine, he...
January 2012
20 posts
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welp
I could’ve gotten my lab science requirement out of the way if I showed up to class today……………………………….. >:( My problem: I completely forgot I was on the waitlist. Good one?
awkward-eighteen asked: where are the breakfast potatos
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I’m not going to dwell on getting my tattoo, but I would like to comment on how many times I have been asked about how its placement will affect my wedding day. What about my wedding day? I can’t think of something I’d more proudly display.
Fucking gender roles.
mrs-bluesky asked: soooooo, what's new with you? i see we seem to be in the same boat.
It’s best if I never speak again.
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is...”
– Dead Poets Society, 1989 (via alwysgold)
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These aren’t so much resolutions as they are things to keep in mind going forth:
never listen to Party Rock Anthem by choice
tell someone so it’s real
refresh my Spanish knowledge
keep in touch with people from home (for the time being)
answer text messages
return phone calls
fix my family
slow down
speak clearly
find new friends
December 2011
16 posts
My family is falling apart.
I came back in hopes to feel stable again. I am attracted to normality. I am boring, alone, sad.
Terrifyingly pleased by the exhibit yesterday, I know what I need. I dress in black, I breathe dust; I am barely awake.
Izzy and Julia,
I made an “ALL THE THINGS” joke at a Christmas party last night and no one understood… Merry Christmas and a very satiating Breakfast Potato Day to you!
The funniest thing:
I become lonely, lonelier than usual, and I think about him all the time. A few days pass. I busy myself with other things. He fades from memory: the crinkled eyes, the broad forearms, the bitter coffee-scented breath, the masculine scrawl. Everything settles down and my heart slows.
Then he says hello.
He was thinking about me, too.
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fuck finals, get married
I have spent the last hour watching interviews and looking at pictures of Robert Downey, Jr. Now I am perusing beautifully designed kitchens. The twenty-five most recent links I’ve added to my bookmarks bar are recipes.
Did I mention I’ve written four sentences in the last two hours? The topic of the paper is motherhood, by the way.
“Izzy and Julia are my best friends. We like to sit on my bed by my window and...”
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A literal translation of Kay’s german essay (via awkward-eighteen)
Admire how eloquent I am!
WatchWork as much as you can; you will be happy.
November 2011
11 posts
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Year Zero
So.
I’m thinking of transferring. I hear others talk about it and it makes me want to run away. Though he may be one of the most articulate and well-spoken men I have ever met, my advisor says things that make me want to cry. They aren’t mean, but they make me realize that everything I’m doing is wrong:
I’m not living my life the way I want to, so I’m not living....
I’m home, but he’s still so far away. I should stop wondering where he is. I’ve never been so frustrated with myself.
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“I asked him with my eyes to ask again.”
– Ulysses, James Joyce