What could make me feel alright today, you ask?
The Phantom Tollbooth could. Yeah. Everyone ever in the world should read this book. It’s an instant mood-boost.
A continuation of my favorite words.
Ethereal, poetic. Also, I want to talk a bit about awareness ribbons. “Awareness” in general. What good does awareness do? “Yep, I’m aware of this problem, so I’ll stick it on my car, and that will be that.” People are aware of what’s an issue, but they don’t actually do anything about it. I don’t think it’s good enough to be aware of...
Trying to keep my head above water.
I’ve never felt this overwhelmed, alone, helpless in my whole life. I need help, or compassion, or something. College is not working for me right now. I just want things to be simpler. I wish I had time to read, think, write, take long walks, drink tea. So consider this a cry for help, I don’t know how to balance anything and I feel like I’m in quicksand.
Mrs. Brown, you've got a lovely daughter.
I think that lovely is one of my favorite words ever. Also on that list? Whimsical, teacup, absurd, capricious, and eloquent. I like this theme. I may continue with this. Actually, I will continue with this. I’m going to periodically add new words. Sound good? Good.
Pay no attention to what the critics say… Remember, a statue has never been set...– Jean Sibelius (via livejamie)
Everybody plays the fool sometimes.
I’m feeling a bit better about tech today. I feel like I’m more on top of things- since I emailed Prof. Martin about the rhetorical analysis, and junk. I still need to work on my homework for Improv and prepare my two intruding characters, but I should be able to do that during breaks. Should being the operative word. I can’t wait for some downtime. Finally, I’ll be able...
I wish I was here: Not here:
The world spins madly on
I have been unbelievably busy lately. I don’t know how to unwind anymore. The weekend can’t come soon enough. (Neither can my phone charger.) I have to say that I really love tumblr, even though it feels like I’ve forgotten it over the past few days. It was a long, painful process, but I finally turned in my narrative essay about Lord Byron last week. Fingers crossed Brian...
The world seems full of good men - even if there are monsters in it.– Bram Stoker
There’s no place like home.– Dorothy
There be none of Beauty’s daughters with a Magic like thee; And like...– George Gordon, Lord Byron
These tattoos are fantasmo. I want my literary tattoo soon.
The best mashup I've ever heard. →
I don’t take credit…DJ Dain, you are killer.
All my dreams have come true. →
I want a Squishable so friggin’ bad. PWETTY PWEASE?
Things I like
I forgot how much I loved Iron & Wine. How much? So much. This kind of teacup: And this kind: Him: And him: More to come.
I’ve carved out my own little corner in the library. Nothing’s more special than that. I’m beginning to feel more at home here at school. Today is a happy, lovely, rainy day.