January 2012
9 posts
“I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards...”
– John Green “The Fault in Our Stars” (via nerdfighter007)
“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.”
– John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via undeadlife)
“Awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe...”
– John Green (via rawbeautyy)
I forgot how much I love to read
I haven’t put off work and stayed up late to finish a book instead in years. Not since high school. It felt good.
That moment right before the climax when you become absolutely hooked, when you can’t wait to read what the author had been building up to all this time, when something pivotal happens. And the anticipation for the downhill whooosh of the roller coaster as the book...
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December 2011
8 posts
from the love letters of Zelda Fitzgerald, Part II →
mitford:
— I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones. — Please don’t be depressed: nothing is sad about you except your sadness and the frayed places on your pink kimono and that you care so much about everything—You are the only person who’s ever done all they had to do, damn well, and had enough left over to be dissatisfied—Stop looking for solace:...
November 2011
8 posts
OMG LOS CAMPESINOS
Ugh. They just, like, get it.
Like literally every horrible romantic situation I have ever been in could have one of their songs playing in the background….if my life were a movie. Which, I often pretend it is.
That one time I was actually honest about how I felt? “In Media Res”
Oh that one time you were an asshole and I wanted to punch you, but I didn’t, and then I...
“Rape culture is telling girls and women to be careful about what you wear, how...”
– (via languorously)
October 2011
11 posts
I don't dress for you.
“The real value of a single-sex education isn’t in removing men entirely, but removing people who disrespect women. That does create a situation that’s isn’t much like the “real world,” but I know that I wouldn’t have the same commitment to women’s issues or understanding of the subtle ways sexism works if I didn’t have a glimpse of what...
I'm doing a cleanse.
A life cleanse. Removing all the toxins from my life. Negative thoughts, bad habits, shitty friends.
“You know when, sometimes you meet someone so beautiful. Then you actually talk...”
– Amelia Pond (via slekes)
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I can't wait to leave Boston.
I keep meeting the same type of people. I get it you’re smart, build robots, or whatever. I have ceased to find you impressive There are like a hundred of you. Where are my sensitive, artsy fartsy types? My pretentious hipsters? My greasy hippies?
The social awkwardness I once found endearing is now intolerable. Proper social behavior can be learned.
Just because I am polite to you,...
September 2011
12 posts
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I'm so glad
that I’ve branched out and started hanging out with new people this year. It’s so nice to have single friends for once. And ones who get how much coming from abroad sucks, how Boston can never compete with London, and how much having all your friends be in relationships sucks, and who like going out, getting drunk, and objectifying men.
And most of all, people who haven’t...
“I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able...”
– Simone de Beauvoir (via misswallflower)
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It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk...
…and I need you now.
No, not that last part.
I’m going to have fun this year. I’ve made my decision. Fuck stressing about grades and boys and bullshit.
It’s my last year here. Fuck it.
Senior year 2011-2012. No regrets.
Let’s do this.
August 2011
2 posts
Back at Swells.
Already feelin’ down. I miss living in a flat in London and feeling like a goddamn adult for once.
I feel like my parents have just sent me off to bootcamp for being too big of a bitch to deal with. Or more like I didn’t something unforgivable and have been sent to my personal hell. It’s got the small, dark rooms, the light with the dim cancerous glow, and the musty smell of 135...
