Nothing makes you feel more in love than your friends pretending they need to do something frivolous right at that moment just so you can be around them and talk. “You know, I think I want some frozen yogurt. Yes, I want that. Come join me!” “I’ve done enough work. I want to go shopping, would you like to come?” “I know I said I wasn’t hungry, but I...
Stop dating ass-men. They don’t appreciate the finer points of your charisma. … Get it, get it?
[It’s all about changing what’s handed to you, about poking around a little,...– Ann M. Martin, A Corner of the Universe (thanks, gonbemimi)
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the...– Emily Dickinson (via jimmyalang)
Re volution (n.) - 1. The completion of a course; a full circle. 2. A sudden, radical, or complete change.
Again and again.
Me: What's so wrong with arranged marriages anyway? I'm going to call my parents.
Rebecca: Ha, because my mom would set me up with the most boring man on the planet.
Me: It all gets boring, eventually.
I now fully embrace social media, I watch gape mouthed as it ravages history– Magnificent Ruin (via nevver)
[Again I walk into the wet grass toward the starry voices.] Again, I am the...– Tess Gallagher, from “Under Stars” (via the-final-sentence)
What is the Chinese custom?
Is it that happiness comes in pairs, but miseries come in threes? What if you can’t tell the difference between them? What if there is neither but an endless slew of responsibilities that make you sad and happy at the same time? To go on and on and on and on.
Birds were talking. One bird said to Billy Pilgrim, “Poo-tee-weet?– Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (thank you, thetimethatisgivenus)
And then you are confronted with the bones of your life, and all the aspects of your ideals that have never matched up. You are faced with these small, moaning ghosts, and turn away towards the beam of sunlight you knew was there all along. It is a type of reactionary truth. Not to be mistaken for guilt or ignorance.
There’s an underclassman to my left, picking at his shoe in the courtyard of the North Beach campus. He’s probably a printmaker, because his hands are especially stained. How do I know he’s an undergrad? Because he’s dressed, as my recent graduate and successful artist and soon-to-be married friend Evan described, “like a Waterworld survivor.” It’s year...
It’s autumn again, and I can do anything.– Dorothea Grossman, from “In the Library” (via the-final-sentence)
I’d like it if someone could just start calling me “dumpling” all the time. Because I’m pretty sure they’re my new favorite food group. Yes, food group.
To do (a self-reminder) for this week:
Arrange Intermediate Review for October 5. Do not fail. Write up research report. Get committee form signed. Write up 8-10 page excerpt of thesis draft for Dale. Watch Amit Sood’s TEDtalk. Re-arrange bibliography. Help plan Alicia’s birthday on the 1st. Evan and Suzy’s wedding party on Saturday. Scan readings for TA-ship. Get new contacts after eye exam tomorrow at...