March 2012
Two out of my three exams are over. I’m supposed to feel less stressed out, right? Right? Well, I don’t. I feel so on edge and as if my nerves are frayed. My head hurts, and I’m exhausted. Tomorrow I’m going to be at the university for almost 12 hours. I feel like there’s an entire workload just ready to crush my chest… and yet it seems like I don’t have...
I’m so hungry.
I can’t quit eating.
All of these food commercials.
The food tag on tumblr.
I’ll just lick the screen.
“I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his...”
– Sylvia Plath, Poet and author of ‘The Bell Jar’
(via sexismandthecity)
“If you stand
there long enough the air will thicken
with dusk and...”
– Philip Levine, from “How to Get There” (via proustitute)
February 2012
Broken Song
tylerknott:
What if all I am is the broken lyrics of a broken song on a broken record held gently in the broken hands of a broken man? What if despite all that I was still the song that made you smile? -Tyler Knott Gregson-
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copperbooom:
As Mike Commodore was scrambling to gather his belongings after being traded to the Tampa Bay Lightning Monday, he had one final message for Cory Emmerton.
“He told me not to cry,’’ Emmerton said.
HE TOLD ME NOT TO CRY.
I think the worst thing about Rick Santorum is the point where you realize that he’s not a fictional character. He actually exists and is being completely serious. That’s the worst thing.
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“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you...”
– Ernest Hemingway (via twinkletitties)
“Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank...”
– Neil Gaiman: On Writing (via fortuneandglory)
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