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)
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.
chelseaalysse: 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...
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...
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...