February 2012
My goal is to read Ulysses before Bloomsday.
First, I must read The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.
Let’s do this.
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...”
– 1984, George Orwell (via voguevagabondvixen)
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“That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful,...”
– J.D. Salinger, Catcher In The Rye (via bookmania)
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nerdquirks:
meretritious: (adjective) attracting attention by vulgar, trashy means; false or insincere
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hisstericalhysterectomy replied to your post: I asked my roommates to be quiet.
GET IT
YEAH SON.
This will be therapy fodder for weeks. Huzzah!
I asked my roommates to be quiet.
I asserted myself.
t0talrevenge:
harrypotteriseverything:
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“Words sleep around, and the tongues of the world are enhanced in the process.”
– Karen Elizabeth Gordon
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Elevator blow jobs. (a haiku)
socialistscum:
Go down while rising,
It’s an oral paradox,
Oh damn one floor left,
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“Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is a short parenthesis in...”
– John Donne, Devotions
If this is normality, I want no part in it.
Ever since they upped the dosage on my medication, I’ve felt like everything is at once both amazingly clear and painfully blurred. I feel like I’m melting, fading into the background of reality. Instead of sharp pain there’s numbness.
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inject-me asked: Reading those last meals was so interesting. I could read about last meals all day!
I'm having a really hard time focusing.
My doctor upped my Zoloft dosage Friday, and ever since, everything feels so bright and harsh. My mind feels so clear, yet so bloated.
It’s so hard to concentrate and read when my own emotions are easier to identify.
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How utterly depressing that life is not a novel,...
What if I could pick apart the happenings in my life for some deeper, unearthed meaning? What if I could expand on one word, one sentence, and shed light on this mundane existence?
O! that crossing a street could inspire some stream of conscious monster of a internal dialogue that would make lonely readers sigh with understanding and simplicity, that my thoughts were actually profound and new and...
