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“You think you got the best of me / Think you had the last laugh / Bet you think...”
– Kelly Clarkson: What Doesn’t Kill You (Stronger)
December 2011
2 posts
Promenades and Pastiche: pavorst: I wonder how... →
pavorst:
I wonder how many people held a teddy bear today. I wonder how many people made a cup of coffee, or listened to a Jeff Buckley song. I wonder how many couples broke up. How many children cried. I wonder how many people flushed a toilet, or smoked a cigarette. I wonder how many…
:(
too many thoughts crammed in my head
too many woes bottled up inside
the most I can share
is only a tiny fraction of it.
November 2011
12 posts
Watchchelseaalysse:
The Hunger Games Official Trailer
So freaking excitedd OMG!
OMGOMGOMG THE HUNGER GAMES - SO EXCITED!!!
i... am concerned that i am not concerned
or at least worried about the fact that i have a political theory paper due on thursday which i have yet to start. nor have i done the pertinent readings for said paper. yet somehow i’m not worried at all, which is what really worries me most of all. especially considering that with fridays off & the fall break, i basically just had five days off in a row and accomplished absolutely...
October 2011
33 posts
atm, lacking...
self-restraint.
it’s 12:31 in the morning, I should be working on my paper. Got hungry, made a food run with wissah, went to Subway, but it was closed. Ended up getting McD’s instead (second night in a row, after nearly two months of not having any). Then proceeded to pig out on burgers, a mini cupcake and barbeque chips.
feel kind of disgusting now, ugh.
(but I did go to the gym...
“Life is a sexually transmitted terminal disease.”
– (via jfotography)
When the Writing Goes Badly
bethrevis:
And the great idea for a scene you had is all like:
And then your muse is all like:
(images via @animalsbeingdicks)
PS: Want to see what writing all day was like for me? Click here.
Get Used To It: Technology Changes Social Norms →
“It’s appalling,” said an elderly aunt, “to see how they use
telephones nowadays. Last night Mary, who was dressing,
answered the telephone in her room. And it was a man
calling her up. The two of them stood talking to one
another just as if they were entirely dressed and had
stopped for a little chat on the street! I tell you this
generation is too much for me.”
Telephony magazine...
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once upon a time, I was human
Alive.
I had dreams,
goals,
aspirations.
Wants, needs, emotions:
all so seemingly familiar -
but inconspicuously,
changes - changed; foreign, alien.
Now,
question words dominate
the shriveled raisin of my
vocabulary.
Desensitization is drawn over my eyes like
gauze, like -
gossamer wings, like -
glazed sugar.
I -
To see clearly...
