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05 Sep - ~
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80% flocked
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11 Nov(no subject)
O
 just keep movin', girl
03 Nov(no subject)
O
 Oh well. I tried! too bad.

On another note, :DD
10 Oct - ASDJFBJHVLASBDFIUENSFKDCMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
adam // preach it


I MEAN OH MY GOD GUYS. I MEAN OH MY GOD I LOVE IT ALREADY?

BRB FLAILING LIKE AN IDIOT.

BUT

IT'S

GLORIOUS.
06 Oct(no subject)
V // just words

 

- Christopher Gutierrez, 17, son of Gloria Romero.

Putting this up here instead of my tumblr because it scarily mirrors [info]synechdochic 's post quoting Trainspotting. Because sometimes ugly raw urgent words express things the most eloquent speeches fail to.

Guys, I'm seriously considering a cheapass Eurotrip next summer. Because the sinisterly torturous ivory tower law school and university in general has us locked up in is kind of scaring me. Especially since there seems to be no alternative outlet I can channel my energies into. I wish I acted, or sang, or generally performed, because the performing arts seem to require a measure of tightly wound frustration in order to really work. But I don't. I just lunch and laugh and stare at the goddamn laptop and I cannot live this way. My dad seems kind of glad how I'm channeling my frustrations into daily political rants otw home but seriously - seriously - I'd much prefer actual messy meaningful real life experiences to go along with my petty urban frustrations. 

I'm serious about this! Apparently - I'm not entirely certain about this - Eurotrips cost less than American roadtrips. IDK. God, someone, anyone, do this with me. 

( and because farina just asked me to edit her ibsen essay )

  • Mood:discontent
24 Sep - journey is appropriate all the time
DW // forever is what we were
Caught up in living
Getting through each day
When all the tomorrows become faded yesterdays
Are you slipping away

Lighted by our schedules
Rushing here and there
Become strangers to each other
Miss you everywhere
How did we get this way

When the loneliness becomes too much to bear
Girl, this merry-go-round
Tell each other we still care
Help me turn down the world tonight
Take a quiet moment, somewhere we can unwind
Losing touch, we forget to take time
To share what's in our hearts
Speak what's on our minds
In the silence, hear your heart beat next to mine
Baby, help me turn down the world tonight

So much information streaming at us fast
What I really need to know is if
We can make it last
I wanna keep you close

We make commitments
Take responsibility
Why do we let them come between you and me
That's when I miss you most

We gotta take this night
Throw in our love all the way
Before our moment is gone
Baby, say it's not too late

Help me turn down the world tonight
Take a quiet moment, somewhere we can unwind
Losing touch, we forget to take time
To share what's in our hearts
Speak what's on our minds
Far beyond those, with your body next to mine
Won't you help me turn down the world tonight

Turn down the world tonight

Help me turn down the world tonight
Take a quiet moment, somewhere we can unwind
Losing touch, we forget to take time
To share what's in our hearts
Speak what's on our minds

Oh, turn down the world
Help me turn down the world tonight
In the silence, hear your heart beat next to mine
Baby, help me turn down the world tonight
16 Sep(no subject)
trek // authority



And you keep whispering the same story to yourself
"I'll be unhappy now
because that'll make me happy later.
Because that's how a story works."
So your happiness will always happen later, never now.
Life isn't a story.
Life is chaos.
11 Sep(no subject)
text // wishful
 

Today, the pain, the stoking, the thrill of someone new,
the promise of so much bliss hovering a fingertip away,
the fumbling around people I might misread
and don't want to lose and must
 second-guess at every turn,
the desperate cunning I bring to everyone
I want and crave to be wanted by,
the screens I put up as though between me and the world
 there were not just one but  layers of rice-paper sliding doors,
the urge to scramble and un-scramble what was never
really coded in the first place -
all these started the summer Oliver came into our house.

They are embossed on every song that was a hit that summer, in
every novel I read during and after his stay, on anything from the
smell of rosemary on hot days to the frantic rattle of the
cicadas in the afternoon -
smells and sounds I'd grown up with and known every year
of my life until then but that had suddenly turned on me
and acquired an inflection forever colored by the events of
that summer.

~

I want you so bad it hurts sometimes.






05 Sep - anticlimatic, maybe a little
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Sneaking in some readingz/homework on my birthday. 19 feels very sandwiched, somehow. Please god let that be at least an euphemism for interesting.


29 Aug - and i didn't want the train to go
trek // revival


“I wouldn’t mind if someone fell in love with me.
It might be nice. But he would have to be handsome,
and have lustrous hair. He would have to be profound,
but never be a bore. He would be generous, but naturally
not a wastrel. Clever, but never tedious; clean, but not fussy;
careful, but never a prig. He would desperately need me,
but also want me to be free. He would be a free-spirit too,
of course, but he would always come home to me.”

- The Ghost’s Child


I need a tumblr.

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