February 2011
usually, I fucking hate Mondays.
but today, something amazing happened.
after my second class, I went to get coffee. the coffee place in the library was out of the low fat milk I usually put in my coffee, so I had to use whole milk instead. then I discovered that they were also out of the pink packets of sugar, so I had to use real sugar instead.
the taste difference was amazing.
good job, me. good job.
peacewithoutreligion:
Sweet Dreams by...
I see I have new followers.
hello there :]
January 2011
“The incredible history of my feelings and my thoughts could fill up a dozen...”
– Wallace Shawn (via suzywire) (via madeofglass) (via shadowami)
“They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all...”
– Kate Braverman, The incantation of Frida K (via slychedelic)
I survived 2010 without getting pregnant.
bringthesummer:
a little late, but still relevant.
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I have a confession.
don’t judge me. don’t hate me. but I can’t keep this to myself anymore. it’s serious, you guys.
ok, here it is:
I hate Dickens. and Hemingway. and I don’t really care for Mark Twain.
whew, I feel loads better now.
“from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then ...”
– Charles Bukowski, “8 count” (via casimirpulaskiday)
