May 2013
“I still felt sad, and a little incomplete. I suppose with so many things...”
– Rick Riordan (via shutter-bug31)
The wifi on campus was out, and I have a paper to write. So now I’m finding myself in a local, indie coffee shop drinking a double latte, listening to Death Cab for Cutie, wearing a ridiculous hipstery outfit, and trying to write a paper on the ethics of care and feminism and how they are inherently more valuable than utilitarianism.
My life?
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Sweet girl.
That’s what you always called me. Sometimes it was sweet, meant to make me feel loved. Sometimes it was an insult, meant to remind me what an incapable child I was. Sweet girl… That I am not.
“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s...”
– Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via 911ineedreggae)
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A boy in my ethics class today: “It’s not often that I meet intelligent women.”
You better believe I destroyed him.
Just applied for a second job for the fall. Oops?
“Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a...”
– John Green, The Fault In Our Stars (via as-long-as-i-can-dream)
“My roommate’s not suicidal
But it sounds sexier than saying
that she closes...”
– Chad Anderson (via writingsforwinter)
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“Even now I’m not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are...”
– Go Ask Alice (via beccaface)
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Just my normal late night freak out about my fall quarter schedule and planning and my future and grad school!
Anonymous asked: I've noticed you talk a couple times about your baby, etc, do you have a daughter? <=D
[[MORE]]I still remember when you insulted my music for the first time. I made you a mix cd of all of my favorite songs. I spent hours on it; picking the right songs, putting them in the right order, burning the disc, and decorating it with sharpie. I gave it to you as you picked me up for school that day and made you promise you’d listen to it and tell me what you thought. The next time I...
“It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to...”
– Frédéric Chopin (via dearscience)
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“The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the...”
– Porphyria’s Lover - Robert Browning (via b1imp)
Reading an article on abortion for my ethics class and in the section on pro-life I actually wrote “fuck you” in the margins. God damn idiots who don’t respect a woman’s right over her body.
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“Does such a thing as “the fatal flaw”, that showy dark crack running down the...”
– The Secret History, Donna Tartt (via goldgossamer)
I want to clean but there’s nothing left to clean in my room. I’ve vacuumed, taken out the trash and recycling, scrubbed the sink and the microwave, put a load of laundry in, and reorganized my desk drawers. What else can I do?
