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I retract my previous statement.
With a stomach packed with Italian hams and a nose clogged with seasonal colds: Merry Christmas!
There is also a heart filled with awful, tacky sentiments. But I'd rather not say where that is. -
(Untitled)
WITH EYEBALLS TURNED INWARD
here is a love letter
for your almost twentieth birthday
it's dumb, overcalculated
and it took about fifteen drafts to do
I'd show you all the ripped notebook pages I balled up, but
my waist bin's virtual, bottomless
here is a public display of my affection
(intercept with your eyes alone)
I'll tell you, though, right ( Read more... ) -
you are turning twenty.
As a general rule, bees are cold-blooded creatures and need warmth and light in order to fly. If bees had fully formed consciousnesses and knew it was impossible for them to fly at night, would they still try? -
chere moi:
Alright, pansy, you failure of a self, listen up. You will do the shit you need to do or I will bust a cap in your ass, you fucking fuck-up.
CL 50 final exam
CL 40 take home exam
CL 50 final paper
Les Mis paper
Book of L&F paper
Schopenhauer's Telescope paper
CL 30 take home exam
You can do it! Fuck you.
♥ Elise -
go back to my country
Why am I such a selfish person? is something that often comes to mind whenever the great big thud of relative reality comes crashing down my windshield. It's red and heavy, just like a brick packed with hundred pound feathers. And while I'm thankful for all the checks and balances and the guiding hand that sneaks them into my life just when the ( Read more... ) -
sic transit gloria
September is not emo month. September is my emo month.
In that I woke up sometime in the middle of the week and slowly found all the feeling in my heart drained out, as if September stuck a straw through one of the cracks and sucked it dry.
I wish I wrote fiction. -
LJ mon amour
I get love and I get relationships. To an extent. Like how in a relationship, there is the presence and absence of love. There is also the fleetingness and permanence of love, the stagnancy and mobility of it, its everything and its nothing. But what about love alone? What about love without relationships? What about love unsucked in a vacuum and ( Read more... ) -
Regarding belief in institutions and life in general
I don't mind so much that I'm idealistic; it means I have ideals. -
today, I or how I forced myself to write this because everyone is, too
Last night, I closed my eyes, opened Fever Pitch and pointed. Liam Brady was a footballer with footballing smarts, but he left Arsenal for the allure and luxury of the Italian club. I realized that smarts and successes were always nice fallbacks, but they were never guarantees - guarantees that someone wouldn't just abandon ship if the prospect of ( Read more... ) -
my life does not have a plot.
For the entirety of my life up to this point, I have been mourning over my lack of having any artistic inclinations. This shouldn't come as much of a shock since I am the product of a former accountant and a salt-and-pepper haired man who majored in business economics. But since blaming our parents is futile and useless (not to mention, so '05) and ( Read more... )