September 2009
18 posts
guys. praise me.
tomorrow i am going to take a test for a class i have never, ever missed. and i studied for.
this has never happened before, and it feels strange. oh hey, junior year, upperclassmanship. just figurin’ a thing or two out.
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starcharooski:
This is actually an excerpt from Pale King. However, I think it stands well as a short story. Honestly, if it doesn’t rock your balls, something is wrong.
Very amazing.
Also, tumblites, this is my boyfriend Trent’s tumblr. and if you like me, i bet you like him. he’s new, but maybe if he gets more followers he’ll continue to enlighten us with things like this....
today at work a woman thanked me for living. she really said ‘thank you for LIVING.’ which is cool and all, except it was based on my green converse and bright, patterned skirt. she really appreciated that i didn’t let a corporation making me wear a t-shirt get me down, that i still dressed so vibrantly.
and, i mean, i actually hate that. the only reason i wore a skirt was...
so i haven’t watched any episodes of the office past the 3rd season. keeping up with tv is not really my thing. but what’s really funny, is i still know every damn thing that’s happened with specific pictures and dialogue because of tumblr. thank you, tumblr. it’s like a cutesy, adolescent girl tv guide. you guys are swell.
“he poured her more dandelion wine.
‘it’s clearer now,’ he...”
– thomas pynchon
crying of lot 49
birds fly. going and gone in 1, 2, 3.
and cherry blossoms. they bloom in one fleeting, beautiful, celebrated day. and then fall to the ground and nurture the tree for next spring.
i tattooed these things on my body, to try to capture it. and still, i forget.
this russian lit class, guys, is the pinnacle for me. the coming and going. the love and loss. the beauty of life and concrete, absolute...
today i skipped my last class to sit in the breeze and listen to ‘the wall’ on vinyl and read lermontov. feels damn good.
so this summer all i did was stay out too late, drink pbr, and dance.
but then, school started. and i’m knee-deep in pushkin and shakespeare and mesopotamian creation myths and how plants can solve world hunger, and it is messing with my brain. hard. trying in schools means my mind’s changing which means i’m not fun lately but very pensive.
i will be fun again someday. just not...
