I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’ll take it. Two perfect days in a row. Oh, life- your twists and turns amaze me.
Everything about my last day of classes was perfect, everything. I am the world’s luckiest girl (woman).
My approach to all job applications
This made me grin.
Person: hey have you read any good books lately?
Me: are you ready for this conversation
“If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.” [wow.]– A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via milktree)
A child’s reading is guided by pleasure, but his pleasure is undifferentiated;...– W.H. Auden; The Dyer’s Hand (via wordpainting)
The world will knock you down plenty. You don’t need to be doing it to yourself.– Elizabeth Scott, Perfect You (via erraticintrovert)
I'm so passionately happy that our future is... →
I feel like I’m on a cliff. I’ve been running along a beaten path for 21 years and now I have to jump into nothingness. Yes, the possibilities are endless; right?
I just started freelance blogging for Book Divas. We’re running a poetry contest for National Poetry Month. Feel free to enter or pass along the link to others. Barnes and Noble gift cards if you win!
May 7. I’m only a little excited. NO BIG.
STOP SCROLLING. I love you and I hope your day is going well. OKAY. CONTINUE.
David Levithan’s The Lover’s Dictionary. It’s just everything I feel put into words. He works at Scholastic. I worked at Scholastic. I belong there. Take me back Scholastic, take me back!!!
Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever...– Warsan Shire (via aesrettibeht) Oh, wow. Thank you to my dearest Swati for introducing me to Warsan Shire.
: “the year of letting go, of understanding loss.... →
govoritgromko: “the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do…
Love is one kind of abstraction. And then there are those nights when I sleep...– David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (via bookmania)
And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think...– Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via bookmania)
The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still...– Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain (via bookmania)
Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to dinner and life...– Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking (via bookmania)
You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.– Yann Martel, Life of Pi (via bookmania)
Great Expectations: “There is a basic agreement that the act of kissing is far more explosive than that of fucking” (47). Too true, Kathy, too true.
“Love” is in the air.
Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the...– Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via bookmania)
Ralph Waldo Emerson:
To laugh is to risk appearing a fool. To weep is to risk appearing sentimental. To reach out for another is to risk involvement. To expose feelings is to risk exposing your trueself. To place your ideas, your dreams, before the crowd is to risk their loss. To love is to risk not being loved in return. To live is to risk dying. To hope is to risk despair. To try is to risk failure. But...
I’m in love with Nabokov.
I just listened to a whole CD mix on my old CD player. The sound was so familiar, so close, I feel like I’ve just been given a big, warm hug. I miss the good old days of bulky electronics, crumpled paper and smeared pencil on my hand, poetry in my special notebook. Why do we pretend to be happy with this online world, where nothing is tangible, and we feel terribly alone?
My right arm is broken.
…which wouldn’t be so bad, if I didn’t have to write a 6 page paper. Or worry about the rest of my life after college. I am feeling like: wezrtxyjkkhfgetkulikrteghyterwetyju. Thanks for listening tumblr.
i think of new york and my palms get sweaty and my heart starts to flutter and i can’t catch my breath and i want to start crying. and the thought of not moving back hurts so much.
It’s not sad or unfortunate or anything; it’s just true: At the end of the day, you only have yourself to turn to.
People don't change.
Once an asshole, always an asshole. And, assholes aren’t worth it.
I’m so happy I chose to major in this subject, because I actually feel good at reading and writing. Literacy is a skill that I’m so thankful to have.
A little rambling...
I’m 21 and just realizing that the media really can’t be trusted- and that makes me feel so sad; where is truth, who is true, why can’t I know truth? Changing plans is exhilarating, but exhausting. So much work to do, so little motivation to do it, because all I want to do is travel and make my dreams come true. Why can’t I make dreams come true without having any money?...
Why does all my best and natural writing happen after 2 AM? Why am I SO AWAKE at 4 AM? The world needs to redo time so that people are up when I’m up.
Ouchy. That is all.