January 2012
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If the internet had never been invented, then I think that would just be really okay.
Considering listening to the Real Estate Pandora Station until I die.
Which shouldn’t be too long.
Anonymous asked: hey man.. I had a dream I was at a bar, and you walked in with a girl who you told me was an urban outfitters model. You're in one of my classes and I felt creepy saying this to you... but yeah. She was pretty though. Alright, bye now.
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There is too much good music, and too many good books to ever sleep.
The Misery Paradox:
people who enjoy being miserable, are happy
thusly, they can no longer be miserable
but eventually happiness fades
…then what?
contrary to popular belief it’s incredibly difficult to write about anything when you’ve got something on your mind
that one thing eats up all of your creativity like a dying sun
don’t get me wrong, you can wax lyrically on that one thing, but after a while it will all start to sound the same: wishy-washy, contrived, over-thought, rubbish
in a sense, you’re more free...
tired of feeling things
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Lady Love
She is standing on my lids
And her hair is in my hair
She has the colour of my eye
She has the body of my hand
In my shade she is engulfed
As a stone against the sky
She will never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep
And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate
And make me laugh cry and laugh
Speak when I have nothing to say
Samuel Beckett
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So it’s my last semester as a college student (an undergraduate anyway—grad school looms in the distance). For the most part I have a pretty simple schedule: three english courses and a philosophy course. But if you know anything about those types of classes, the workload (i.e. essentially reading a novel; poetry collection; play; treatise a week) can be somewhat taxing.
The...
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“Oceans are only oceans when they move,” Julie whispers. “Waves are...”
– David Foster Wallace, Little Expressionless Animals
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last night,
as I slept,
my heart beat
in my chest
like hollow,
high-pitched
whale calls,
lost in the
vastness
of the ocean.
They’ll all be the ones that got away. Sooner or later. One way or another.
I think I’m rotting.
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“It is not hard to live through a day, if you can live through a moment. What...”
– Andre Dubus, A Father’s Story
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Anonymous asked: you're interesting
Anonymous asked: Are you seeing anyone or Interested in any body? Just Curious.
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Anonymous asked: you are getting fat and gross from drinking too much beer, no girls ever like you because you're creepy, and your life is shit. ha. and you can not be like "shut up you are anon" because i do not have a tumblr. i just wanted to tell you that your life looks pathetic from the outside. bye.
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I'm sick.
As soon as I get better I plan to
Anonymous asked: I wish i knew you.
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The awkward moment when a blind kid you had a class with once facebook messages you saying, “it was nice seeing you today.
