Tonight I went with a few people from my biology lab to a presentation of the film “Home”… it’s about the impact human beings have had on the Earth, and I mean, yeah, I know, aren’t there enough of those? And this one was really not much less preachy than any of the others. But it was really beautiful - the scenery alone was worth the 2 hours spent watching the film....
I don't remember you lookin' any better
but then again, I don’t remember you
I honestly wish I had a friend that liked the same...
tiresome: (via vertebrates)
you do have social skills. I think you have really good social skills actually....– Skyler rules, haha
I would rant right now about the stupid things...
but my life in general just seems sort of stupid, so who am I to judge anybody else?
hey grandpa socks
I’m not sure when we stopped being friends, but it’s kind of a letdown to me that I didn’t get any say in the matter.
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.
onlinejournals: What is that guy thinking? That guy smoking a cigarette outside of Nate’s Diner? You know the one. off of third. The one next to the pawn shops and Latino Mercado and microtels near the interstate. What do you think he’s thinking about? He’s outside smoking and there’s snow everywhere and the 16-wheelers come rolling down past him going towards the mountains, the lake, the flat...
Now I remember.
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Hopes/predictions for the 2010s
unicornology: buyhercandy: saimagery: rachelhills: Image: What Will You Fill Your Heart With in 2010?, by Thomas Ott Or 2010 itself, at least. Fool: Bloated, hyperbolic professional bios/marketing copy. Cool: Letting your accomplishments speak for themselves. Fool: Pretending that 600 Facebook friends means 600 actual friends. Cool: Spending more time with the people you really care...
Some folks just don't give a damn whether they're...
Hey man, take a stand!
I think I’d feel a lot less uncomfortable with my life if I had chosen to live it on the surface like everyone else seems to do. It’s really hard to relate to people sometimes, everyone’s always changing themselves to keep up with everyone else. This isn’t a special snowflake thing, really, it’s a “what the fuck am I even doing lately?” thing.
Iceberg Ferg owns my soul.
Creepy post of the day
If we ever become good friends and I admit how awesome I think you are, I think I will tell you that the moment I knew what a completely excellent individual you are was the moment you sang “row, row, row your boat” soulfully in the middle of the first-year bio lab.
Our father, who art in heaven Save me from this wreck I’m about to drown in Didn’t I learn anything Counting out my sins on rosary beads? The reverend plays on the ugly organ He spews out his sweet and salty sermon On the audience
Last week I went on a mini-movie binge and ended up watching: Paper Heart Paris, Je T’Aime I’m Reed Fish Slacker Funny Ha Ha To be honest, I recommend all of them (making an exception for Schuyler Fisk’s overuse of “It’s so good to see you!” and that ridiculous girl from Gilmore Girls in I’m Reed Fish, but Jay Baruchel rules so none of that matters). I...
Alternated between paying half-hearted attention to a lecture on nucleotides and watching subtitled vampire anime on the laptop of the boy two rows in front of me. I should be studying but I’m planning out a long nap instead. Third time was the charm for sending off my student loan papers. I’m expecting grocery money and I’m feeling anxious for no better reason than my clothes...
onlinejournals: I’m going to travel extensively soon. I’ll have to call my mother and tell her that I’ll be spending a few years in China. Or Bangladesh. Or Poland. Or Canada. Mexico. Peru. I know I can’t run from my problems, but mainly my problems are just sitting around anyways, trying too hard to look me in the eye and I’m like, “Ok guys, look if I get you out into the Tibetan plateaus, or...
onlinejournals: And then it was over, the door shut, the leaves collected, the fire snuffed. He lay on top of her, his head buried into the pillow she rested on. His breath pooled against her neck, collecting and pouring out across the down comforters and discarded clothing. She shook slightly and he felt solid, like dead weight or maybe just collected mass. “Am I crushing you?” he asked. He...
sometimes i opened books and found sand in between...
afallingsky: have you seen how fast they build houses, the skeletons of which they leave bare for weeks. it’s as if they were waiting for the timber to soak in everything so the beams could speak in stories of everything they’ve ever seen. when i was 7 i had a diary with a lock and after each sentence i erased every letter. it was blank with thick pages that had crinkled like waves. i hid it in...
natalieenne: My point is, there are a lot of people in the world. No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn’t happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they’re important ones, you might as well hold on to them. You know?
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I’ve had a total recalibration of my mind, you know. I mean, it’s...– Slacker
How strange it seems
that some people can come together so easily. People fall into and out of relationships so haphazardly and it seems nearly effortless. The firsts, the lasts, the chase and the moment it ends and all the time afterward. I honestly sometimes feel like I won’t ever leave the gate and I’m not trying to sound dissatisfied or anything like that, but it’s weird how such fundamental...
good fucking lord
how did I spend so much time thinking about you? for so long I was like, “I don’t even know what it would be like not to think about you all the time”, but now, every time I talk to you I just sort of want to scratch my own eyes out.
It all turned around
All smiles. An opportunity to exercise my social skills. The best lab partners. Blonde dreads, holding your breath for 160 seconds. Wall sits, light-headed for the sake of science. Overhearing animated conversations about salsa. Still raining, still raining. We discuss our earlobes. A joke that doesn’t make sense. Delicious popcorn and how did I get these great roommates? Two unexpected...
I was in a casino, minding my own business, and this guy came up to me and said,...– Mitch Hedberg