September 2011
10 posts
My dad just texted me
“They also serve who only stand and wait” John Milton
I’m confused.
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Oddly similar
From Madame Bovary:
Human speech is like a cracked pot on which we beat out rhythms for bears to dance to when we are striving to make music that will wring tears from the stars.
From Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead:
Hollow protestations […] vanishing into the thin unpopulated air. We ransomed our dignity to the clouds, and the uncomprehending birds listened.
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tumbln from my new macbook pro
bought with my own $$$$ like an independent adult
yeah im pretty legit i guess……..
Jesus Christ...
Tumbln at Starbucks while my crewmates of the day share their love for “the POWER” (of God), googling and citing scripture in a riveting argument over the righteousness and/or wrongness of each denomination’s baptism procedure, punctuated by different shout-outs to their main man Jesus (or is it God or the Holy Spirit? Or are they actually all the same… Fuck if I know. I’m at Farragut...
Writing commentaries at 4 a.m.
I would complain but this is actually comforting, reminds me of home.
Words that only exist, or are used too often, in...
reify
performativity
hegemony
heteronormative
unthought (n.)
post-Foucaultian
alterity
intersectionality
da fuqq
MUSEO →
At first I was really dismayed to learn that Columbia’s main lit mag only does, well, lit. But then I found this and they only do art, which is way better.
And their title is in Spanish which is super eddgie and cool.
first night of real homework
first night to check tumblr and check tumblr and check tumblr again
August 2011
1 post
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July 2011
13 posts
“Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?”
– Albert Camus
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27 - MIA
i took you to the clinic to get you...
http://www.otherpeopleshouses.net/
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it’s disheartening to see how suddenly everything can sort of go to shit
People you meet while canvassing
The sun peels the skin off the back of my neck. My clip board tends to bruise my hip. My feet always hurt. I smile as genuinely as I can as a new horde of people cross the street.
Everyone has very creative responses to my little introductory spiel: “Hi, how are you? Do you have a minute to help fight hate groups today?”
1. The smart-ass: Usually sporting a crew cut and/or baseball...
