April 2011
His shirt still smells like him.
I should be studying.
March 2011
leheureverte asked: Hey. I love you. Lets get a slushie and a big messy hot dog.
I'm just not ready to be alone again yet...
Not that it matters.
ramblingsofaslut asked: Love you, lady. That's all.
Scheherazade
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and...
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Spring break
My feet sink down as the sand rushes the opposite way as the waves.
Soft sand sweeps back out into the ocean.
Cold waves gently crash around my shins.
Seeing the ocean for the first time.
Laying on the beach, soaking up as many warm sunrays as possible,
watching people laugh and play,
nothing next to that sensation.
Like the earth is pulling me in.
It doesn’t want me to leave, or...
Late night rambling.
My head is pounding. It feels like there are hot pokers jabbing into the backs of my eyeballs.
I’m really fucking pissed. I wish you were more considerate than this.
I have overdue chemistry and poetry homework due in the morning, but I’m too exhausted to think right now.
A couch nap sounds amazing.
I wish I were more talented and had better opportunities.
I have desperately...
I just wish you believed that I could help you.
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I'm going to Disney World!!!!!
This is me checking out.
Be back in a week, guys.
I leave in 6 hours and 22 minutes.
I haven’t started packing yet.
I haven’t slept in so many days…
I’m so fucking excited!!!!!!
Sitting in my last class before spring break.
I have to clean and pack.
I’m leaving for Disney World in the morning!!!
My midterms are all over and I just said goodbye to my boyfriend for a week.
I have a cranberry orange scone.
It’s beautifully warm outside.
Ether carbon atoms exhibit a downfield shift in the C13 NMR spectrum.
Being a chemist does not give you an excuse to use...
This is a freaking textbook!
Don’t they have editors for this?
When you don’t put a comma after a dependent clause, it makes me want to kill myself.
That is all.
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Observations...
Crying makes me sleepy.
I have a midterm in three and a half hours.
I love stories with talking animals in them.
Make-up kisses are far hotter than regular kisses.
This has been a weird fucking day.
Text conversations with my father...
Me: (Picture message) Look! I can see things!
Daddy: Going for the naughty librarian look?
Me: Maybe…
Me: Funny story. You said the same thing about my glasses that my boyfriend said. Lol weird.
Daddy: You have a...
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Anonymous asked: We need to be smoking buddies ;D
I get tired of doing it alone. I feel like such an outcast. Ha.
I get tired of doing it alone. I feel like such an outcast. Ha.
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You're in the best mood of your life.
Then you find out your grandma might have breast cancer.
Fuck.
I have sampled the champagne and the Ovaltine and will forever be split.
– Phillip Lopate, Brooklyn the Unknowable (via maskedbird)
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Oh by the way...
I have a boyfriend.
For the first time in three years.
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Haiku
Hair all disheveled.
Waking up next to a boy.
“Morning, beautiful.”
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Oh, just a little poem about drugs...
“Who wants to play Russian Roulette?” He says as he pulls a fist from behind his back, “I brought a special cocktail.” His fingers unfurl to reveal a medley of pills in all shapes, sizes, and colors. Aspirin to Adderall. Oxycotton to Viagra. Knowingly, I grab the tiny white pill in the center before anyone else has a chance. Everyone plays their luck, popping whatever little tablet they touched...
Click the squares.
Holy hell.
I’m entertained forever.
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At the museum
Looking at a piece of art,
inspiration seems to burst through
and attack from all sides.
The colors blend together
as my poet eye becomes entranced.
I am inspired to paint,
but do not have the ability
or the brushes.
I am inspired to write,
but the words will not come.
The emotions are too strong for
any words in my vocabulary.
And they disappear when I pull
my eyes
...