February 2010
104 posts
i think one of the main reasons i enjoy being in lynchburg so much is that there is absolutely nothing there that reminds me of everything i have lost here. it was easier to simply exist, there.
and i don’t even think that’s a bad thing. i’ve done enough thinking about those things and i am more than ready to move on. it’s important to always remember; it’s toxic to...
January 2010
67 posts
airport people watching vol. 2
arielleann:
i propose a new bumper sticker slogan:
“wisconsin is for douches”
brilliant idea.
“To be an adult is to be alone.”
– Jean Rostand (1894 - 1977) (via vild) (via likeneelyohara) (via braidedbasket)
“you may be dead to me but that don’t mean we can’t be friends.”
i mostly just want to marry emile hirsch, you...
(via braidedbasket)
YES. this dude who i’m fairly sure is super into me looks a lot like emile hirsch. i will date him just because of this fact. well not really, but still.
the boy who sits next to me in my history class smells just like fried food. the boy who sits next to me in photojournalism fills the room generously with the scent of weed.
…wisconsin!
Africans to Bono: ' For God's sake, please stop!' →
excellent article. something to think about.
if its honesty you want;
you represent absolute absurdity to me, and no, i don’t think that will ever change.
the true meaning of martyrdom; →
J.D. Salinger Dies at 91 →
(via stephenbaker)
1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 12.
you and i are a villanelle;
you and i are a story to tell;
and you and i know it all too well that;
you and i are a villanelle.
a back and forth dance has made fools out of us;
making mistakes from dawn till dusk;
we’re carrying on in two cracked shells;
and you and i know it all too well.
you could call it a charade;
or a repetitive parade;
into the pattern, again, i fell;
...
just fantastic. →
this happened in my old home with my greatest friends, and i’m so proud of all of them for making things like this happen. i’m so anxious to get back to this community.
lately;
i have had so many thoughts over the past few days, but no time to write them down or to get anywhere with access to the internet. luckily, i now have internet at home which makes tumblin’ a lot easier.
first off, college is crazy. i have barely had time to go to the bathroom since i started class three days ago. i really enjoy being busy though, and i haven’t felt this productive in...
dear best friend,
theearthlaughs:
there’s 1144 miles in between us, but sometimes it feels even further than that. i want you to know that my heart aches for you, that i know the lonesome feeling you get a night when no one is around except your mom and anne of green gable dvd’s and a boy who compulsively texts you but has a girlfriend of his own. i understand those nights; i understand that feeling because i’ve...
also,
some dudes are so fucking creepy.
no, you cannot come visit me and sleep in my bedroom. i live with my mother and i also do not like you.
good grief.
guess what,
i was pretty spot-on with my prediction of how last night was going to go.
it really is this simple:
95% of couples are completely deluded and also completely full of shit.
i hope that, once i do find a dude who has also come to this realization, we can stay in the 5% that doesn’t lose their heads and begin a pattern of irrational thinking.
but to be honest, i am coming to a point where i’d rather guarantee myself the ability to not be a total freak by just staying single. i am...
i was the one who crossed that line.
oh, virginia, what did you do? you said, “i’m gonna make a mess out of you.” so you took be by the hand, and it was nothing i had planned. then you let it go so swiftly, and your mind shifted so quickly, and it hurt.
so i packed up all of my things to find the comfort that distance brings, and it was alright for awhile on that traveling isle but somehow you got hold of me. god,...
truth and lies;
i live my life around probability (He wouldn’t do that to us again) and the notion that i possess invincibility (i’m only twenty) so i’m digging myself this shallow grave i guess being half-dead is better than being saved.
sometimes i become so overwhelmed by how blessed i am to know the people that i do.
right now is one of those times. i love you with my whole entire heart and you are talented and beautiful and i am so glad that we are friends.
LIVE FROM THE AIRPORT
i’ve left lynchburg and i feel as empty and as sad as i did when i left the first time. i love that place and it is my home, and i cannot wait to go back. hopefully next time, it’ll be for good. i am head over heels in love with the joy that lynchburg and the people within it give me. these last two weeks were incredible and it was so hard for me to get on that plane this morning....
some j-bez wisdom;
whiskyouaway:
if you are going to be that silly and shy, you might as well be like neville longbottom and be into something super cool like herbology.
please just leave me be. you know who you are and you know what you’re doing.
disappointments abound;
i’m incredibly grateful that i’m here right now and not at home. i can’t do this stuff alone.
i will try to post something a bit more cheerful later on. but for now, i feel like shit.
i don’t even feel like it’s warranted, given the nature of the situation and looking at everything else happening in the world right now that is so much bigger than the problems i...
level 2 bummercane
i hate that i’m allowing myself to let one stupid thing ruin what was otherwise a really, really good evening.
but, man…
this always sucks.
last night was spent at the fillmore house recording vulgar rap songs, drinking mickey’s, and having my features examined for 15 minutes by a russian.
i know that me saying this is getting old…but i love this town.
