March 2010
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February 2010
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fuck prescription-strength aleve, this calls for...
damn you pleurisy. seriously, only charlemagne and people in jane austen novels come down with this shit. and it fucking hurts. I’m going to tahoe tomorrow for a week, and I have no idea if I’ll even be able to ski. ugh.
suicidewatch:
Joy Division—Disorder (8 Bit...
“Try never mentioning your spouse, your family, your home, your girlfriend or...”
– Andrew Sullivan, responding to Rich Lowry who said it’s no big deal to live hiding one’s sexual orientation. (via apsies) (via bringmethathorizon) (via quarterandakiss) (via stayperky) (via fuckyeahlgbt) (via puffandruffle) (via corcordium)
What happens when I inform Kelly I'm buying a...
Kelly: No!! You can't get that!!!
Allie: Why?
Kelly: It's Russian!
Allie: After what, 5 years of me learning Russian, just now you're starting to fear I'm going to be turned communist?
Kelly: But you're going to Latvia! They hate Russians!
Allie: I think most Latvians can deal with a Russian camera.
Kelly: What if they send the Latvian KGB after you?
Allie: The - What? But the KGB is Rus- What are you talking about?
Kelly: I don't know, they didn't offer Russian-Hatred-101 at Stanford!
I decided to join the army
speechbubbles:
123coffee:
until I realized that I am
unable to do a single pushup
medically ineligible to serve
scared shitless of everything and have been known to scream at the sight of a spider or frightening shadow (please don’t judge; both of those things can be fucking beastly)
a pacifist. kind of a problem.
note to self: stop watching those recruitment videos on youtube. (I think...
In Praise of Limestone
If it form the one landscape that we the inconstant ones / Are consistently homesick for, this is chiefly / Because it dissolves in water.
W. H. Auden
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I decided to join the army
until I realized that I am
unable to do a single pushup
medically ineligible to serve
scared shitless of everything and have been known to scream at the sight of a spider or frightening shadow (please don’t judge; both of those things can be fucking beastly)
a pacifist. kind of a problem.
note to self: stop watching those recruitment videos on youtube. (I think it all started through a...
what the hell am i going to write a sonnet about?
speechbubbles:
123coffee:
(via speechbubbles)
your attempt at snowboarding
your pneumatic friend
dino girl/FC’s/brownie bites
hot swedish men
the ukulele
kurt shirts
weed (the city)
weed (the plant)
weed (the drug)
the three uses of weed
made my life
maybe ill just write one and then decide what its about later
it made me giggle. you should write it about weed(s). I think your...
what the hell am i going to write a sonnet about?
(via speechbubbles)
your attempt at snowboarding
your pneumatic friend
dino girl/FC’s/brownie bites
hot swedish men
the ukulele
kurt shirts
weed (the city)
weed (the plant)
weed (the drug)
“He is not so much performing as functioning… they look at him with that expression people get when they wonder if they have enough gas to get to the next gas station.”
-roger ebert on ian curtis in control
just found out I can probably get my tribal card...
but that would require me spending large amounts of awkward phone calls with my grandpa talking about stanford football before I could draw out the one piece of necessary information I am lacking like, oh, his grandma’s maiden name.
so I am postponing.
facebook keeps telling me to reconnect with him. when it tells other people that, they think it’s a “sign from heaven.” it’s not. he’s dead, he has ceased to exist, he’s not floating on a cloud and miraculously controlling facebook. it’s an automated internet feature that seems to have the sole purpose of reminding me that he’s dead and I can’t...
meowzedong:
whattumblr:
i take too many pills, drink too much coffee.
I dont do enough learning, but more than enough eating.
i love too little, and i love too much.
my stomach hurts and it feels like anger is manifesting into an ulcer.
if you say it enough, everything becomes real.
so tired but stabbing chest pains are preventing me from any fucking sleep and all the painkillers I could find in the house I have already taken and are not working. let’s hope this is not a heart attack and I do not die tumbling because that would be just pitiful.
dear kid who sits next to me
kleptomania:
i appreciate the daily pudding cups or packaged itallian pastries, and the free emailed homework assignments
but i dont really know you, and i have a boyfriend
IT’S WORTH IT FOR THE PUDDING CUPS.