Eric Fisher, on days like these, enjoys pretending that he is an Eskimo. Cocooned in the clutches of his plain blue bedclothes, wrapped tight against the crushing tides of the banal, he fortifies himself for the oncoming day by escaping to a fantasy land of igloos and seal hunts. It is something he has done since childhood, likely the skin shed by ( Read more... )

I'm frozen and lonely. Someone please buy me a cat.

MOM
STOP TELLING PEOPLE ABOUT THE BROWN/RISD DUAL DEGREE PROGRAM.
IF THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT IT, THEY WON'T ASK ME ABOUT IT WHEN I DON'T GET IN.
20 FUCKING KIDS IN THE PROGRAM. 20. I WILL NOT BE ONE OF THEM.

I AM SO SICK OF THIS.

Boston, MA: Familiar people with familiar accents sharing the same familiar unwillingness to stop their cars for pedestrians. Bragging Irish flags, St. Christopher medals on hairy Sicilian chests, Red Sox hooligans, lobster paraphernalia, heavily commercialized American history. Milling college students snaking through the T as it snakes its way ( Read more... )

AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

good GOD any more of this delusional self-righteous bullshit and I'll probably kill myself.

Baby we are built on bones,

bare and broken as the next born comes;

brittle, we brace against waves of conviction,

tossed in the tides of our truth.

And maybe we have sunk like stones

to avoid the affections of the sun above,

to avoid recollections of a softer love

lost in the sighs of our youth.

Baby we were raised on rain,

fed on the fog of ( Read more... )

"And it's the same world, honey, that has brought you down
As the one that's gonna pick you up."

"we're a little bit lonely now.
we climbed a little too high,
a little too fast and we can't come down.
and I've got two good eyes,
but I still feel so blind sometimes."

oh, Zox. stop taunting me with your disgustingly appropriate lyrics. it's not my fault I missed your concert.

go play for some lovers and leave me alone.

I'm going to France in less than 48 hours. I have so much to do, but...I'm going to France. Really, me, Paris. I can't believe it.


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