February 2012
“My throat is a winding staircase
of stone, where words pace up
to my teeth’s...”
– Kristiana Rae Colón, The Pilgrimage of Mouths (via grammatolatry)
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*professor walks by while you’re just starting his essay that is due in a few hours*
Him: Hi, Lizzy. What are you working on?
Me: *switches tabs really quickly* Um. An essay.
Him: Oh, really? What class?
Me: Um. Nutrition (why would you say nutrition you’re not even in nutrition you are the least nutritious why would you say that)
Him: Nice! What’s the essay on?
Me:(fuck.)...
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Today is so swell, and let me tell you why.
- I ate a grilled cheese with tomato soup for lunch, and nothing goes better with a mild snowy day than that.
- The dining hall started serving caramel popcorn AND white cheddar popcorn. BOTH.
- I didn’t go to my classes (I feel like I am always saying how I didn’t go to class on here…I usually go to class most of the sometimes._.)...
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“What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”
– The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (via ageunknown)
“He is thinking about asymmetry. This is a world, he is thinking, where you can...”
– Paul Murray (via atomos)
“I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just...”
– (via unshakeablefaith)
Perry Bruno calls me in the wee hours of the morning when we both have papers due, and we laugh and laugh and laugh for way too long.
Dallas Halsey sends me a 2 a.m. photo of a cat because she knows I would appreciate it.
My Courtney kitty tells me how much she wants to watch Clueless with me which is obviously the greatest movie of our time.
Zari is hopefully coming to visit me this weekend...
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Texts from my mom #232
Mom: Hi little one. i am going 2 bed. what r u doing
Me: Writing a paper.
Mom: Oh my lil writer girl. I knew it would be so since ur 8th birthday when u asked for a thesaurus.
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Prose before hoes.
“Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.”
– Sylvia Plath (via staticsilhouette)
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clavicola:
Seismologists keep mistaking our heartbeats for earthquakes and smokers’ hands quiver like San Francisco.
When the world cries out in ecstasy and shudders, hundreds of people die, but do we ever think to mourn our lovemaking too?
“We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing — an actor, a writer — I am a...”
– Stephen Fry (via rachelshead)
“The first language humans had was gestures. There was nothing primitive about...”
– Nicole Krauss, (The History of Love)
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Anonymous asked: Is there a bit of a kerfuffle between you and Adam? Hanky panky, as it were
thesapphirefellow asked: What is the calorie thing you're doing?
“How do you let go of attachment to things? Don’t even try. It’s impossible....”
– Eckhart Tolle (via naisae)
Anonymous asked: What's the nightly update on the calorie thing? You have me actually curious.
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