sure baby…hold back.
Today I was feeling kind of weird and decided to go for a walk. I kept walking and walking until I stumbled upon this overgrown field by the side of the road (well, I didn’t really stumble upon it; I’ve driven past this place 5000 times over the course of my life). Anyway so I start walking and with every step these white butterflies(? moths?) start fluttering from their spots. With...
[[MORE]] Staring at the ceiling, thinking about all of the hours I’ve poured into pleasing people that have passed me by. That I wasn’t good enough for, maybe. One could say that the absence of my company is their loss, so why do I feel right now that I’m missing out? The fact is more times than not it’s a conscious decision to let me drift or cease communication I...
The Proust Questionaire.
[[MORE]] What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? I’m not quite sure how to put the feeling into words, but I felt it once at my first (and hopefully last) frat party. Where would you like to live? On a 32nd floor apartment, for all I care; it’s the company that matters more so. Preferably somewhere clean. What is your idea of earthly happiness? Soft grass, warm nights,...
beauty lies not in colors, but in their harmony. ~Marcel Proust
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i figured out how to allow anonymous questions on...
bring on the hate
Where do you go to, my lovely, when you’re alone in your bed?
gayrillaz: IF THERE IS TWO THINGS IN THE WORLD THAT SMELL AND SUCK THE MOST THAT WOULD BE MORNING BLOGGING AND NEW CLARINET REEDS so true.
Today my dad’s business associate from Britain is eating lunch at our house and I’m just sitting here listening to his accent and wondering if he’s at all entertained by our American accents.
Ever just spend time wondering about all of the could have beens in life? (Not that I’m dissatisfied with life. Just what if the outcomes of my actions played out differently? Like, there are girls that I know that are my age with babies and husbands…how did I dodge that fate?)
When I die, I am going to haunt you.– My mother.
Only about 30 hours left in Rochester. Summer is simultaneously terrifying and wonderful
I want to see Moonrise Kingdom SO BADLY but won’t have anyone at home to see it with probably so i’m either going to A) go alone or B) wait all summer and then beg someone to get it off the hub for me. AHHH /problems
sitting next to you, i felt so alone. more alone than I feel when I’m actually alone.
things I have learned in college
The top bunk is overrated. Dubstep is overrated. Peanut butter and jelly still works on tortilla shells. Don’t buy milk if you’re not going to drink it. Men are (generally) attracted to long hair for some strange reason. Like mosquitoes to blood or something. Never leave Facebook logged in and unattended Caravaggio was an awesome painter. Paper was invented in China in 105AD,...
i want to sit around sipping horchata
Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second– Marc Riboud (via photojojo)
“and every breath we drew was Hallelujah.” [[MORE]] It’s funny. I have my doubts in God as an entity but I’m very thankful for my existence and want there to be something for me to thank. Even on nights like tonight, where I’m in my bedroom alone, tired yet sleepless. Does that make any sense?
The rock feels no pain.
I have my books and my poetry to protect me. I am shielded in my armor I touch no one, and no one touches me.
alcohol is my truth serum.
i think it would be really fun to go to a nude beach. it would be a really awesome place to take pictures, anyway (is that allowed?) but i mean maybe it’s all of the art that I’ve looked at but nudity doesn’t really shock or bother me. i can understand being offended(?) by nudity in a sexual context but people make entirely too big of a deal at the naked body in and of itself...
babysitting all the drunk people
I am going to be christened a saint.
Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots Pt. 1 | The...
run on thoughts
it’s nearing 4 in the morning and my thoughts are going by at a mile a minute i miss driving around on nights like this one and the roads would be empty and sometimes i’d hum little songs to myself for no one else to hear and i’d leave the windows open and feel the cool air collide with every skin molecule and occasionally i’d see a deer in the distance and their monstrous...
ha. ha. HA.
What a weird fucking week. It’s only Wednesday. I’m honestly not going to be surprised if it starts raining frogs in a minute or something.
Picasso was a scrotum on wheels– things my Art History professor screams.
sleep is a gift
not a privilege.