February 2012
86 posts
I wish I was a better person
Sickness
I want to know what’s wrong with me.
About a month ago I started noticing that my skin was more tender than usual… if I brushed my hand down my stomach or thigh, it tingled more than it should have, in an almost painful way. I thought at first that it was my lymph nodes swelling up to fight a cold but weeks passed and no sickness came, and the feeling got worse. Across my arms and my...
I'm sad that I never have time to write anymore so...
“I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all...”
– Jorge Luis Borges (via akronychos)
Reppin'
*le Kate, Erika and Breanna in UofC library, Breanna sitting at table across from the others*
Erika: Hey Breanna, go on Skype
Breanna: Okay...
Erika: I have to show you this picture
Breanna: Um... couldn't you just-
Erika: It's not sending! WTF!
Kate: No you have to-
Erika: I don't understand-
Kate: Just click the-
Erika: THERE! I GOT IT!
Breanna: *le receiving picture*
Erika and Kate: *le laughing*
Breanna: That's great, guys, but couldn't you have just turned your computer around and showed me...?
Erika:
Kate:
Erika:
Kate:
Breanna: *le laughing*
Erika: Shut up
Kate: *le laughing*
Breanna: Neuroscience major, eh Erika?
Erika: Reppin'.
the 3am world of university students
Breanna: Physics! Y U no easy?!
Andrew: Because you can only have A, B, C, or D. There is no E-Z.
Breanna: THAT, SIR, WAS FUCKING BRILLIANT. Please stay up this late with me more often.
Valentine
hearing your voice
was all that I needed
in that one small moment.
breathe
2 more sleeps and she’ll be with you
2 sleeps until calculus is over
3 sleeps until physics is finished
and you’re free to be with your mermaid
free to laugh and be yourself
2 sleeps
just get through
breathe
you don’t even realize how much I needed you.
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Weakness
Your breath rattles with every inhalation and the tears cascade over the brims of your eyes, plunging down the cliffs of your cheeks. You bury your face in your hands, trying to control the squeaks of your sobs from waking your parents. One whimper escapes, but you realize it is the same pitch as the car-lock that just went off outside and that, if they are awake, they won’t know the sound...
I hate everything.
“Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like...”
– Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via akronychos)
“Everything is more beautiful
because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier...”
– Homer, The Illiad (via tauntyourtelescreen)
Is it weird
that I really want to do a naked photoshoot? Like, maybe not for publication or anything.. but if a good friend had a nice camera and needed a naked shoot for a portfolio, or just wanted to have a model, I would love to do that.
There’s something about the beauty of vulnerability. I’m self-conscious of my figure, and being naked is something society has bred into us to be afraid of....
I am so angry about so many things.