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I want my body to be hard and solid and I want it to comfort no one. I am tired of sad eyes and considerations and tact. -
Stuff Written in the Snow: A Psychological Analysis of my Classmates
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There' s a girl a table away from me talking to her boyfriend about every grade she's ever gotten in every class in all her years of schooling and i want to throw my laptop at her head ( Read more... ) -
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I am watching a bug crawling on the ceiling and I feel good about things, though I shouldn't, but what does that matter? Somehow, my tired eyes always find a place to rest, a place to linger, a place that comforts them. There's a folder in front of me that says "college stuff" and though I spend these horrible large chunks of the school day ( Read more... ) -
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"It's too late for the government to train me to be a weapon. For someone to approach me on the street, and to tell me I match a certain profile. I probably won't even learn another language well enough to speak it fluently. Giant crazed attack dogs won't ever suddenly act like scared puppies when they see me. I won't ever be a grandmaster of chess ( Read more... ) -
i like fireflies
sundaes, buckling up, getting lost, reservoir whirlpools, graveyards, Ronald and Lyn, forest paths, big fields, small ponds, wading in, anime runs, muddy feet, flashing lights, friendly police officers, dark woods, full moons, cool water, coffee, driving, friends, and particularly good nights that make good promises. -
time snails
i think time has been moving very very very slooowwwlyyyy. i'm not impatient about it. i'm fine with it. though all the difficulties and painful moments and endless papers have taken entire lifetimes to finish, the really wonderful things have last forever, too. a few hours sometimes seem like a few days. every nap is a coma. i feel like i have ( Read more... ) -
"it can't possibly get worse"
i stand corrected
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why is my room five million degrees? how am i supposed to do anything but lie on the floor in absolute lethargy? i don't even have the energy to enjoy this pretty weather. i'm too crippled by guilt over all the work i should be doing, but can't because my face has melted off and my fingers have all sealed together like hot candles all in a row. it' ( Read more... )