i wouldn't resent writing papers so much if it wasn't all art all the time. i'm not just saying that-i don't consider myself i lazy person and i know that senioritis is kicking in a little but i used to LOVE writing and now it's like pulling teeth. with tweezers. how much art can one girl eat, sleep, breathe, analyze, and regurgitate? i guess we'll ( Read more... )

things i didnt get to before due to the ridiculosity that is my life ( Read more... )

as if the coincidence with gabriel wasn't enough ( Read more... )

the weirdest fuckin thing just happened to me ( Read more... )

to everyone who has been so nice and supportive through my week of personal (and existential) crisis ( Read more... )

i'm trying really really hard to think of one thing in my life that is going right. and yet i'm still moving, trying to ignore the pressure in my chest and the whine in my skull.

it's almost thursday, but even that doesn't make me feel any better.

i had the worst critique of my life last night. worst. i went second of seven, which meant i had to hold my composure for two more hours cause fucked if i'll cry in front of the faculty and all the while every prof was coming up to me asking if we "could talk more one on one later?". and i'm like WHAT ELSE COULD YOU POSSIBLE HAVE TO SAY, ESPECIALLY ( Read more... )

you know, i had actually forgotten how absolutely fucking ridiculous caroline parties were last year...about as absolutely fucking ridiculous as last night was ( Read more... )

WATCH as hannah cuts, sands, and bends steel as if it were buttah, sending up fountains of bright orange sparks and feeling badass as shiiiiit ( Read more... )

i saw this incredibly, depressing, powerful, wrenching film last night: "the silences of the palace", a tunisian film set in the 1950s in a harem. i feel so lucky to be who i am: a loud, violent, obnoxious, confident woman. i don't know what i would do if my power were taken away, if i didnt know that i could punch and kick and yell and scream and ( Read more... )