September 2011
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“Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a...”
– The Page of Herodias, ‘Salome’ by Oscar Wilde (via funeral)
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I am wholly uninspired to write.
I see my story. I see where I want my character to go. I simply lack the will to bring her there. My brain is tired, limp, cast in a dulling fog. What is wrong with me? Did I do this unholy thing to myself? How is it thus undone?
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My future roommates will be moving in to our new...
I can’t want to start shipping my winter clothes to California, so all my sweaters will be waiting for me when I get there like snuggly old friends.
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thatnycgirl asked: hi, yea but i feel like i scare everyone away anyways. whos going to want someone so flawed with so much problems like me ?
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NO BUT REALLY. Goodnight.
Tomorrow:
Take EXAM NUMBER ONE.
Buy Gears of War III.
Literally that is all that matters.
