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sry 4 the spam
but my fluid mechanics teacher makes me proud to have my nose. -
my mind can't stop running through this song, over and over
Sadie, white coat, you carry me home ( Read more... ) -
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i wanted to talk with her about love, mortality, and everything else that keeps my mind ticking at night, but my body succumbed a mysterious/intense nausea/pain ( Read more... ) -
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Heaven on a grassy field, with massive pink blossoms scattered by my side. The field is an ephemeral green that California grasses have for a short three months. I pull you down towards me as I come up towards you. The bubbles glitter in the sunlight and their iridescent surface takes on hues of purple, green, and blue. Spring is here. -
reflection
currently sitting in bed, looking absurd, with over-sized curlers bound to my head. this weekend has been pretty vacant, save for my five-hour conversation with Elena over tea/wine. we talked about relationships, high school, robot art, statistics, physics, sexy professors, and music. Her apartment was clean and decorated with her lovely paintings ( Read more... ) -
association
red - sunlight through the window pane on your back in the morning ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes I wish I could understand the muscles that come from carrying long, geometrically awkward, irrigation lines through the thick mud. The solid will required to go through these motions while one has the flu. The stress of monoculture and the fate of your crop being almost completley dependent on the whims of the weather (one morning of bad ( Read more... ) -
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one night i saw myself falling through the floors of skyscrapers. when i hit the bottom will you mend my broken body? -
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I am going to Honduras in January and working with rural Honduran villages to obtain access to clean water. I am fundraising for my trip via this site, if anyone can donate (even a small amount), I will be incredibly thankful. Leave a comment 2(Untitled)
Sometimes I think in fragments
Each thought lost falling through my fingers like sand
I lay sideways,
And my mind lacking cohesiveness seeps from my skull
Is it the blue pills?
Is my mind holding over capacity?
Closing my eyes in the dark yields black mixed with neon colors and occasional flashes of light.
goodnight.