Halloween was cancelled in my town. Now I have to wait another year for my annual treat: seeing how many kids in costume I can run over on my way home from school.
I remember when I used to feel. My skin was thinner then. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my bones as it filled the earth, like an overflown Tub. And I could feel the wind as it cut through my skin, and stung my sunken chest; my poor, defenseless chest, its ribcage made of hundred-year-old glass. I remember when I used to feel the words, instead of just thinking them. I’d...
Anonymous asked: I HAVE THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON YOU. TOO BAD IM A PUSSY AND TOO SHY.
So, this is a personal trend that I’ve noticed often, but never wanted to admit to myself. I write most (and perhaps best—if I can even say such a thing) in the middle of the night. Apparently it’s when I’m the most inspired, but alas, it’s also when I’m the most exhausted. It may be a strange truth, but my brain might just work better when it’s sputtering...
It’s 1 am and I’m cleaning my room drunk to classical cello music. my life is spiraling out of control.
people with sad, tired eyes are so much more attractive.
Moldy Peaches (not the shitty band)
I have these ideas, and they swirl around my head constantly. Some of them I write down in a notebook, some of them I save in my phone, but none of them do I pursue any further than that (usually). It’s difficult: sometimes I feel that the moment isn’t right, and sometimes I feel like the idea isn’t right. But whatever the case, my ideas end up curling up like dead pieces of...
i hate using capital letters. i hate people who don’t use punctuation.
what am i doing
It's only a mid life crisis if you plan on living...
I dropped a cupcake on my floor earlier, sprinkles everywhere. The fact that I haven’t cleaned it yet let’s me know that I’ve reached a new low.
I don’t feel right today. I don’t even feel like my clothes fit right, today
Sunday night. Going to a bar. I’m turning into Nora. I thought I left this side of me behind…
I have no ambition of motivation left in my life. I have reached a point of total stagnation. Is this all there is?
Listening to Chopin, with a cup of green tea, while the rain pours down outside my window. Yes, I am superior to all of you.
I’m bored. and not tired.
Anonymous asked: if you could go to any city/country in the world TOMORROW were would you go?
Anonymous asked: how shy r u scale from 1 to 10
Famous person problems
Interesting (actual verbatim quotes) ways people have stumbled across my column in the University’s Newspaper: 1. “I’m currently in rehearsal for a play My department is putting on, and I have to read a newspaper in one scene n props gave me a section of the montclairion to rehearse with. I opened it n saw ur face/article. Weird, I no.” (via facebook) 2. “Hey, I...
Anonymous asked: Do you consider your self romantic ?
Anonymous asked: what's your favorite book?
Anonymous asked: But I see her, she walks around your campus so sad. You don't love her back. I am her closest friend. I know what is best for her.
Time to go dream, Kafka dreams.
she doesn’t —couldn’t love me, she doesn’t know what love is. why would anybody want to love me? anybody
You really don’t know what you’re talking about, anon. I know what friend you’re referring to, and I suggest you keep your nose out of other people’s business. Yeah, maybe I’m not a likable person: I can be miserable; I keep to myself, and I tend to be indifferent about things. But I’m not a liar, and contrary to popular belief, I can actually be a caring...