March 2012
“The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for...”
– Neil DeGrasse Tyson (my actual hero)
Just said HAH loudly to a daffodil, in passing
tempurpedia:
If I was a flower you’d better believe I would stay underground until winter ended. They don’t even have COATS.
I love this person.
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...”
– Charles Bukowski (via bluelunchbox)
February 2012
Oh my, life sure is weird.
My heart has been taking pretty consistent...
I just said this in a message to someone. I hadn’t realized it. It all suddenly makes so much sense. My feelings are justified. Marc, Jeff, Chris, Kinsey, the nameless others… It’s been rough for awhile. And I hadn’t quite put it together. For TWO YEARS. I’m bruised.
It’s been better lately. I miss the aching sometimes, in a twisted way, but mostly I’ve...
115 days until summer.
82 weekdays. Minus spring break and memorial day, 75 days.
75 DAYS OF TEACHING, ISH, UNTIL SUMMER.
I can do this.
Cats don't Care: There's something particularly... →
pseudoflaneur:
Unlike fiction, where narratives always have a purpose or a reason or a hidden meaning, sort of like a machine, real life is just random.
I could be here worrying my health away that I did this and that and the other person does this and that and so this means X, Y, or Z, but no. It doesn’t mean…
It’s true, fiction does teach us that everything fits, that it all has...
Marcia is Amused.: Home town blues →
mar-see-ah:
I’ve been thinking this morning about people who spend their whole lives living in the same town or general area and I just cannot fathom it. While, truth, I come from a particularly small and isolated town, even growing up and then settling in a large city doesn’t make sense to me. If I grew up…
Yes.
anthrodynia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a state of exhaustion with how shitty people can be to each other, typically causing a countervailing sense of affection for things that are sincere but not judgmental, are unabashedly joyful, or just are.
AKA every day of my life.
Crap.
Current level of productivity: 0
Information sets to finish for my students by 8:30AM tomorrow: 6
Hours of sleep I’m going to get right now: 4
Time I’m waking up: 4:18
Probability I will finish in time: Slim
Likelihood I’ll want to die by 3:30 tomorrow: High
Time I plan to be asleep tomorrow afternoon: 4:18.
Things I won't say to all my exes
1. I’m glad you unblocked me. That feels nice. Like you exist again. Though blocking me in the first place was juvenile.
2. I would like another ambush. I still won’t call.
3. I’m sad I won’t get to say goodbye before you go. I really hope I see you again someday. It would be too weird for a never again.
4. You shouldn’t let her treat you that way. I hope...
“Stop degrading the act of sex by calling it ‘opening your legs.’
I’m so sick...”
– flowersarebetterthanbullets on This Post (I made this a quote, because the original picture with text was visually offensive. These pro-life people need to take a graphic design class.)
Truth. Also, it’s not like opening your legs alone is enough to get pregnant. I mean think about that. Just...
