March 2011
it's only nine o'clock
i think i’m going to go to bed i seriously feel so awful. maybe tomorrow will be better. maybe i will make a friend over breakfast.
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"Now go and love some more..."
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Valencia Dia Uno
Do you want the honest truth? Today has been kind of shitty… kind of fantastic, too. But mostly shitty. I’m like, so homesick I just want to cry and I don’t know what I’m doing here. I’m so inept at making new friends. I haven’t really talked to someone [face to face] in over a week. I go here, I’m overheated, I’m lost, bewildered, poor, stupid. More...
spanish is too fast
slow. the fuck. down.
Obama's domestic energy plan →
Stoked this is taking shape:)
when i have the perfect chance to strike up...
and it feels like my throat is closed. fantastic.
starting to resent these really adorable couples...
bastards.
killing 12 hours in an airport
but it might kill me sooner
nervous
i’m leaving myself at least 30 minutes to walk to the train station - what if the added weight of my computer makes it too heavy and i miss my train?! i need to stop worrying.
eating everything in the house so i won't be...
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“What we once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, for all that we love...”
– Helen Keller (via julie911)
The other day
I was in the hardware store and I was at this section for model cars, they had these itty bitty cans of paint with paintbrushes. I felt like there was this gaping, hungry hole in me when I held one of the paintbrushes, felt the fibres against my fingertip. That gaping, hungry sensation is commonly known as homesickness. I wanted nothing more than to be in my painting room at my Mom’s shaping...
“Written in ink, in German, in a small, hopelessly sincere handwriting, were the...”
– J.D. Salinger, For Esme, With Love and Squalor (via foals-)
here's the dealie-oh
this is mainly for my benefit. yay, lists are fun! i. stay up all night [or quite late. whichever you* prefer] ii. sleep to my content iii. upon waking finish the laundry iv. have some food, do the dishes v. eat as much as you’d like vi. shower vii. wear uncool clothes viii. pack, set aside a cool outfit ix. write down all the information. this is train times and station details, plane...
Unusual Words →
urlchangeforever:
matervamjebem:
sylph - a graceful and slender young woman. euphony - a bearable or agreeable sound. quixotic - extremely romantic and chivalrous. pareidolia - a psychological phenomenon, wherein a person has the notion of seeing faces of people in clouds, hearing hidden messages and other such unusual feelings. phalerate - decorated; made beautiful. betwixt - between....
polarbearprince:
Merry Happy - Kate Nash
For a second I literally forgot my age.
I thought I was 19.
“In the 1970s, presidents from two different parties asked Americans to conserve...”
– What is Today’s American Dream? - John Zogby
-monophobia:
Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take...
“When adults say, “Teenagers think they are invincible” with that sly, stupid...”
– Looking for Alaska (via youcantry)
when you initiate
3 im conversations on facebook without a response and you’ve been living alone on a steady diet of cup noodles and dr. pepper you start to feel kind of pathetic.
i'm so unphotogenic, it would really upset me if i...
“We’re all faced throughout our lives with agonizing decisions, moral choices....”
– Crimes and Misdemeanors, by Woody Allen. (via ferdinandinfur)
i'm going to go out in the woods and read some...
you think i’m kidding?
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I digress
happiness
is when you’re making french toast two pieces you go to the cupboard to get the peanut butter pull out the peanut butter and see a happy jar of nutella behind the peanut butter suddenly panic because you don’t know if you should have peanut butter or nutella then you remember you have two pieces of toast
Thoughts on Prayers
I feel like articulating this. My opinions are subject to change [as they have many times]. No one is forcing you to read this. If you do read this feel free to ask questions. Here’s a string to tether here in case you get lost while reading this so you can find your way back here: ___________________________________________
Just suddenly as I went onto BBC’s news page to see updates...
hey, american friends,
i see how it is! i go to bed at three am then you play the colour game without me. i see how it is.
elizabeth, i have an idea kind of forming, but i...
going to try one of elizabeth's story ideas that...
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“The very impulse to write, I think, springs from an inner chaos crying for...”
– Arthur Miller (via asireallyam)
Anonymous asked: yellow and white.
