June 2011
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Guys think I'm attractive
What is my life becoming?
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Sometimes it feel like I may be too apologetic, but possibly only in retrospect. No longer will I sit here and make statements about how I don’t understand, because I believe I do. I might not agree, but I understand.
Now if I know, and you know, why does it feel like a secret?
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After four weeks of one hour power naps before eight hour work days with three hours of class right after, and two days with zero hours of sleep and eight hours of work and an exam, I finally slept for fifteen hours.
Body shut down. Reboot.
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“Don’t judge a taco by its price.”
– Oscar Zeta Acosta in Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson (via the-parish-of-space-dust)
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WatchLate night ukulele. I make weird faces when I play.
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That awkward moment when
Somebody tells you they were being penetrated and they were thinking of you.
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Dear Blank,
My cat has been mad at me for weeks, and barely ever sleeps in my bed anymore. I am honestly afraid of this affecting our relationship. What has my life come down to?
Sincerely,
Me.
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Tminus 13
I think I’ll just meditate about my thoughts, emotions, and desires instead of being tired. Rest less worries, less rest restlessly worrying. It is all such a trivial pursuit, but I will never find any detail of it nonsense. Although it seems as if I am making no effort, my efforts are endless, my adoration is endless, and endlessly I wait. I tell myself the wait is worth my time, and in the...
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Winston + Salem = 1913
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“Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.”
– Albert Camus (via intervals)
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I hope that you call me when you get home, but I know you won’t. C’est la vie.
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Every time I think I’ve figured it out, the world expands, and I don’t understand a damn thing. Can’t you just come near me, can you hear me? Can you? I feel as if my voice is so small, down the hall may be too far to hear my calls, and it’s all out of hope. There’s no way to rationally know, it’s impossible, and less probable to be positive, but I’m not...
