February 2012
50 posts
Long night, too late for a high flight. Gonna climb a mountain instead.
Most 20somethings don’t understand what it’s like to live with chronic pain. Up until around September I was ignorant of this concept as well. I should’ve have had some understanding as both of my parents have Degenerative Disk Disease. I’ve watched them go through hell, but I never thought I would one day experience the same pain that has terrorized them for years.
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Persons against the Personhood Act in Oklahoma →
obscenegestur:
You all better freaking reblog the shit out of this, or I’ll be mad at you forever.
plz do this. Trust me, you DO NOT want me to ever be a mother…
“How those fires burned that are no longer, how the weather worsened, how the...”
– “No Words Can Describe It” by Mark Strand (via growing-orbits)
Things to do...
Stop being sick. This whole “ache-y fever-y coughing up a lung” bullshit is not cool. I have shit to do.
Study Heroides X for Latin, the pelvic girdle and leg bones for Osteo, and my notes for Archaeology.
Go to bone lab at least twice this week.
Read for Classical Influence in Modern Lit and History.
Clean my room.
Schedule a meeting with someone in the Study Abroad office and...
growing-orbits:
Place to Be by Nick Drake (from...
“Only hang around people that are positive and make you feel good. Anybody who...”
– Amy Poehler (via stupidhandshakeything)
That Kind Of Woman: The Road Not Taken →
thatkindofwoman:
||ernestalexander||
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim,…
Taking a break
Moses and I have spent much of the night slaving over a rather complex Intro to Archaeology project. He likes to swat at my hands as I type. Bear is warming my feet. I thought it was a perfect time to take a break, drink a beer, stretch and fart around on Tumblr.
This semester has already proven itself to be so much better than the last one in every way possible. Despite the fact that I have a...
“Perhaps it’s the havoc,
summer gone and the world
tipped like a cup. Or
how...”
– An Explanation for Wednesday by Kristy Bowen (with thanks to halfstrippedtrees)
“nobody can save you but
yourself.
you will be put again and again
into nearly...”
– sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way: New Poems - Charles Bukowski (via spiritd3sire)
“That is why the better part of our memory exists outside ourselves, in a blatter...”
– Marcel Proust, from À l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin (with thanks to proustitute)
