January 2012
It’s really hard to comprehend submission guidelines when it’s 1:01am and you have a splitting migraine.
Ugh. Deadlines are soon, but I can never tell how soon.
Worked out my electives to finish up my quest for credit points.
Media, ethics and law
Philosophy of feminism
Genders and sexualities
Body and society
Like a bawse.
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pica
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
I’ve finally got my hair exactly the way I’ve always wanted it, but that’s only because it was drenched with sweat and I tied it up. It’s all wavy and I friggin’ love wavy hair and all I want in life is a boyfriend, more sleep and wavy hair.
ramirezdahmerbundy:
Anneliese Michel Exorcism...
Summer session is over
THANK GOD
“Buy a blank notebook. Draw a huge heart on the cover. Don’t write anything...”
– Kim: Advice from a Mermaid in a Manhole (via redlipstick-lover)
“Because women’s work is never done and is underpaid or unpaid or boring or...”
– Author unknown, quoted in The Torch, Sept. 1987 (via sentimental-pleasureseeker)
Scott rang me as I was listening to the Hottest 100 to tell me that Gotye topped the list. We could hear each others radios in the background. And then we spoke about how great Boardwalk Empire is and it’s so great to have a friend who likes the same stuff you do and has taken a lot of shrooms in his lifetime and rolls you cigarettes when you’re out and lets you call him Scotye Gregors...
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Just got two of the deepest papercuts known to man on my right index finger i.e the finger I use the most.
~*Oh Mi GoD dA wHoLe WuRlD iS aGaInSt Me EvEn Da PaPeR!!!!!!!!!!!*~
It’s really hard to listen to Triple J’s Hottest 100 and read Shakespeare simultaneously.
wandering star: Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath →
sentimental-pleasureseeker:
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it——- A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?———- The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? …
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8 gigs of Motown
#frothing
“Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my...”
– Kozan Ichikyo, died February 12, 1360, at 77
(from Japanese Death Poems, edited by Yoel Hoffmann)
I have found a soulmate. I feel as though we’ll permanently be wrapped around each other. This both terrifies me and fills me with great hope.
