[[MORE]]… so an old high school friend of mine just Facebook messaged me to ask if I’d be the emcee at a show his band and a few others are playing in my hometown. He writes, “We want a girl to introduce the bands, someone easy on the eyes and that has the ovaries to stand and talk in front of a crowd. We all thought you would be a good choice. Would you be...
I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel,...– Ray Bradbury
It is good for everyone to know how to forget.– Ernest Renan
thesufjanstevensmodel5000: Today is Casimir...
Ranty rant, in which I channel all other frustrations into fruit: [[MORE]]For the second week in a row, some motherfucker left a damp, squishy, rapidly deteriorating, half-eaten fruit on a table in the library. Last week it was an orange, slices broken open leaking juice and the peel shredded into dozens of tiny pieces, all waiting to lodge themselves under my fingernails as I attempted to clean...
[[MORE]] Sleep-deprived and anxious and unproductive and over-emotional and scared Here’s hoping things look better in the morning.
jaaaaaaaaaackfrost: when i grow up i want to be a manatee KAITLIN LET’S TRANSFORM INTO MANATEES
mira-of-sassgard: Raccoons are just cats that have acquired thumbs and become drunk with power.
[[MORE]]I just submitted my resume and cover letter for an internship at the Chicago Tribune AAAAAHHHHH I lie awake in terror, certain that I failed to catch an embarrassing typo. OKAY GUYS I PROMISE I’LL STOP BITCHING ABOUT IT NOW I LOVE YOU GUYS THANKS FOR EXISTING
Failed Attempt at Origami: The Haiku
Origami dude, your directions are awful. Sad wad of paper.
I want to be the one you want in your mind and your gut and your bathroom But I don’t want you to fuck the whole world to find out. Charles Bukowski
mythrils: Stylish but illegal
[[MORE]]Man, I never post anything on Tumblr anymore. I just never have anything worth sharing. Sometimes it just feels like all I do is brace my self for something bad to happen. Like I can never really enjoy being happy (or, I guess, really be truly happy at all) because I know how quickly it will end. So much of what I do feels like futile attempts to stave off the Bad Things for a little...
[[MORE]]I am profoundly frustrated with my brain today. I hope you’re doing okay.
[[MORE]]If I can take a moment to be gross and cutesy: I have an obscenely precious boyfriend who is driving three hours to see me tomorrow, even though I’m coming to Chicago to see him later this week. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME I am not yet convinced that this won’t all end in a fiery explosion of pain. In the meantime, though, life is pretty goddamn lovely. I hope you’re...