October 2010
I would like to elaborate on the drunk posting that I made in the wee hours of the morning. But ending up slutty, I meant dress-wise. My friends would not allow me to leave the house looking presentable! I know, I know, it wasn’t entirely their fault. I allowed it. But I was okay with it, it’s Halloween! If not now, then when, right? I looked pretty damn good, if I do say so myself....
love is a place / e.e. cummings
lemdi:
love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds
Sunday mornings make me sappy.
so i may or may not be reallly drunk right now and really pleased with how the evening turned out. boys = wonderful. typing = hard. but i can’t go to sleep until ive sobered up a bit sooooo… here i am. i love my life.
i ended up a lot sluttier than i meant to… but that’s okay. i embreaced the college atmosphereof it all. and it was awesome. mmmmm.
going away now.
...
All Twiggy-ed out and ready to go.
Hallloweeeeen FOR THE WIN!!
My costume is too good. I’ll post pictures if any are taken. Hoooraaaay for Halloween!
Coffee, kittens, and the gods.
1. Rainforest Crunch at The Grind today. HEAVEN IN A CUP.
2. The blissfully perfect fall morning. Nigh on 60 degrees, redbrownyellow leaves strewn about like god himself scattered them like so many sprinkles on a fall-colored gingerbread cake.
3. My kitten is feisty as all hell this morning, and has discovered that she can literally climb up pant legs like a tree. She is the cutest demon...
Song of the morning. Perfect song to strut to!
I’m on a sort of caffeine high, thanks to a mini-pepsi consumed at about 8pm. I’m thinking in French thanks to the french film I just watched (when writing in my journal, I actually started writing the date in french). And I desperately want to bake, but instead I must read a psychology article before forcing myself to go to bed. It’s hot in my room. I would like to wear a jacket...
Despite the muggy, cloudy day, I’ve discovered that I have really become damn good at overcoming my bad days/nights/moments.
I woke up this morning determined to be more productive and healthy than I’ve been this past week.
And, oh hey, guess what? I’ve succeeded. Yes, it is only 11:19am. Yes, I have a lot left of today.
But I look good (cute outfits ALWAYS make a good day),...
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psychotherapy:
For thousands of years, people have speculated that there’s some correlation between sadness and creativity, so that people who are a little bit miserable (think Van Gogh, or Dylan in 1965, or Virginia Woolf) are also the most innovative. Aristotle was there first, stating in the 4th century B.C.E. “that all men who have attained excellence in philosophy, in poetry, in art and in...
"Can we take the next hour and talk about me?"
It’s one of those nights. Those warm, balmy nights that remind me too much of summers past, of moments that I want to relive. One of those nights where I start walking and want to just keep on walking until my legs give out. One of those nights where I find myself listening to Death Cab and not minding that it’s a little bit sad. One of those nights where I gravitate towards songs that...
Listen
It’s homecoming weekend, and the one night that I really want to go out, I am trapped inside thanks to my contagious illness.
Fuck me.
The apartment downstairs is partying, and I can hear EVERY SINGLE FUCKING WORD THEY SAY. I won’t get any sleep tonight, even though I need it desperately.
I want to cry.
I really hate tonight. I may or may not be seriously considering calling...
“Love is eternal, but no one can nail it down inside their heart. All those...”
– desireandanarchy.
