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it's two weeks to mid-term break and it's crazy how fast school's speeding along. i've said this before, at least 2 times before but it's true always so true. but the word 'holiday''s so meaningless now, it isn't a break i need it's a solution. r's so right in that i'll only shut up when i get my letter of acceptance or a fat paycheck from xx ( Read more... ) -
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I don't believe all that about first days being character building and part of growing up. They just tear my nerves to shreds -
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tonight didn't go too well. never imagined i'd be overwhelmed by the sheer number of aunties in a confined space. will explore other options.
aren't moles the most ruinous things in the world?
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stupid. sappy. shit.
“goodnight my sweet. I’ll just hold you close till you drift off. If you wake in the night and can’t feel me, just murmur and I’ll hold you again”
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finally, batam! then summer term! then work! yes! yes! yes! once deliciously languid days have morphed into muggy afternoons in a stuffy bedroom getting bored into looking at masters prospectuses (prospectus? prospectuses? prospectes?) and depressing myself because Cambridge requires a 3.85 gpa entry requirement not that i'm looking to get into ( Read more... ) -
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This half-assed paper is depressing me. It's one of those that appeared deceptively EASY, but is really fucking hard and we only just realized it amounts to 35% of our grade, yesterday. Yes I guess old habits die hard. This pull-gpa-up-and-leave-town idea is just gonna be another pipedream if miracles don't happen real soon. Anyway my brain is ( Read more... ) -
a love poem
Tell me, if I caught you one day
and kissed the sole of your foot,
wouldn't you limp a little then,
afraid to crush my kiss?...
-Nichita Stanescu
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