Remember that one time when I…
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Wandering the Labyrinth
State of the Union
I want to post public statuses about how I just had the greatest night of my life with my very best friends and we had so much fun just constantly tripping over ourselves cracking up and then at the very end of the night I curled up on the couch with my lover to giggle as we whispered sweet nothings to each other and lapped up each other’s contentment with practiced tongues. I want simple, pragmatic perfection to happen so that I could have something to write about. I want to not be in this transition where all I want to do is slap everyone’s smile off their face including my own. It’s all so fake and I’m so tired of this transition. NO MORE. NO MORE. I don’t want to transition. Some are growing up growing old growing apart. Some of us don’t remember and some of live in the past. I am neither here nor there, and really I’m not anywhere. I just want some sort of stability. I’ve lost it and will not regain it until I know some small portion of the truth. But. As we all know. The truth is not for my ears. Not yet.
Fuck it.
I found my second favorite poem today.
I did.
Deteriorating
The nerve endings of my hands will not stop tingling.
And red pinpricks are appearing under my skin.
It is as if my blood is boiling,
And my body is lit from within.
Prickles run over my flesh
A hot flush trickles down my spine.
I’m crying blood and salt
But at least I know that you are mine.
❝ Question: Should people undertake majors that might not fit their aspirations in order to maybe face less unemployment and higher pay or should we continue to encourage students to pursue their dreams in spite of the fact that this often (as of late) leaves them jobless and in debt? ❞
- Mia Drane-Maury: The 13 Most Useful* College Majors (As Determined By Science) (via newsweek)
- Mia Drane-Maury: The 13 Most Useful* College Majors (As Determined By Science) (via newsweek)
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Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Magneto & Gandalf.
(Source: unlit-vogue)
False History
There is in fact a tale I could tell of truth and not of lies.
But that would be in vain.
Instead I shall tell you of a boy and a girl
And the mistake they made again.
This girl had a brain made of plastic
And a heart with copper wiring
This boy had illusions of grandeur
And in the fog was constantly searching.
They met one strange night as he was looking
And she was trying to melt.
Out of terror, they clung to each other,
Fearing the hand Fate had dealt.
When we close our eyes,
The outside world is not real,
But at some point we must open them
To see and realize.
So that’s what they did.
Only to find themselves trapped
In a glass case with no lid
While reality stared back at them.
