February 2012
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It's Raining In Love by Richard Brautigan
unicornology:
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot. It makes me nervous. I don’t say the right things or perhaps I start to examine, evaluate, compute what I am saying. If I say, “Do you think it’s going to rain?” and she says, “I don’t know,” I start thinking: Does she really like me? In other words I get a little creepy. A friend of mine once said,...
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Found in the pile of mail on my desk:
two uncashed checks (thanks for paying utilities, roommates!)
$25 in Christmas cash (thanks, Mom and stepdad!)
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This week
is going to feel like a punch in the gut. I can see the future and this is what I see for me.
I am mere weeks into the semester and I just want to wrap myself in blankets and hide under my bed until springtime. This has to be a record. I’m usually not feeling so beat and so dejected by now.
If something good could happen, that’d be great. I don’t want a distraction. I...
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I made a board for things I hate on Pinterest.
Am I doing it right?
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There are some days
when I have to remind myself that I am actually an emotionally mature adult and that it’s actually everyone/thing around me that is fucking ridiculous.
I don’t live a hard life. I can pay my bills, I work with people who make me happy on a daily basis, I have good friends that help me when I need it, I eat out more than I should because I can, and I laugh a lot. A lot a lot.
But...
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If you can find the humor in true sadness, true failure, you’re golden.
– Mike Birbiglia (via superheavysellout)
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Corridor
Sorry about the hallway spam earlier. Needed to quickly save some Flickr images so I could get back to them later. Luckily, the “Share on Tumblr” button is super handy for that!
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January 2012
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A Good-Talking Candle
I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.
(via Richard Brautigan: All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace)