January 2012
7 posts
“Political language - and with variations this is true of all political parties,...”
"Let him follow his mind how, as discipline broke...
It really makes you wonder what Livy would think about our own modern era. Is this our curse?
“Every generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it.”
Blissfully in
What curious emotions I feel. Such peace and tranquility; what a new beginning! Life is a grand and marvelous production.
This is happiness.
This, I owe to you.
Goodnight, Goodnight.
Goodbye, Goodbye.
Healing.
Overcome.
What a break.
December 2011
11 posts
It really is bizarre. Am I really done? Are the sleepless nights and dizzy days finished? Has half a year already flown by? I feel like it was literally just NSO, with times spent wandering the city and lounging with movies and getting woken up by people cannon-balling into my bed.
Don’t tell me that I’m already hitting the halfway mark with college. I’ve never been so happy in...
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So, my roommate Evan just killed a baby mouse in my room.
Seriously, what the fuck kind of life am I living.
Rough roads.
Sleep don’t visit, so I choke on sun, And the days blur into one.
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Does anyone ever really change? Or are certain characteristics inherently entwined with personality? Is personality natural, or circumstantial?
And what are the greater implications of this?
If no one ever changes… then there’s a whole lot to come to terms with. Then isn’t the past just as important as the present? Isn’t the bad just as important as the good?
And who is...
Oh? What are these two big packages sitting on my desk?
Only the most fragrant flowers and delicious strawberries known to man! I would know. I’ve already eaten one. #fatbutIDGAF.
It’s just… nice. I’ve never had anyone do such things for me before you. And you’ve done so much for me. Thank you.
Full circle:
365.
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Not too long ago, I met a girl. Mutual friends brought me to her apartment, a high-ceilinged, wood cavern of old records and kitsch artwork and pecan-rolls, freshly baked. She was a sweet and accommodating host, passing the resin-coated bottle with one hand and juggling a shedding cat in the other. Outside on the porch of the old building, she laid on the wooden bannister, pizza parlor signs...
Changes.
Leaves fall, time ticks, and the world is losing color.
I’m getting restless.
November 2011
21 posts
One of the most fantastically trippy songs in...
“All this dissin’ and cussin’ and discussin’
is disgusting,...”
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Thank you
for being there for me when I needed someone to talk to most.
You don’t know how much I appreciate it.
I guess there comes a point in time where bottling things up just can’t go any further. That first instinct to hide things, to ignore things, and to hold things in just doesn’t go anywhere. Nothing positive can come from it. I know that now. I’m learning.
Thank you all.
Ships are launching from my chest, some have names but most do not. If you find one, please let me know what piece I’ve lost.
Humanity is simultaneously the most terrifying and beautiful thing imaginable.
Funny how something so demeaning can be so empowering,
how something that can destroy you can just as easily save you.
“It’s like looking into an abyss, It’s like looking out to sea, It’s like looking into space. When you’re presented with blankness, it’s like having a blank canvas and you’re presented with blackness… You see yourself. And you’re afraid of it.”
“She covered her face with powder and paint because she didn’t need it, and she...”
– Zelda Fitzgerald
This world can seem cold and gray But you and I are here today And we won’t fade into darkness Fade into darkness Nothing to fear but fear itself We’ll be okay, just keep the faith And we won’t fade into darkness
11/11/11, 11:11:11
We sat in a dark room with a single lit candle, counted down, and blew the candle out as we made our wishes.
And then afterwards, “Dude, what the fuck” “This is cult-like” “Um… well… okay then.”
I love it here. There’s no one else I’d rather be living with. My roommates are amazing.
(:
An open letter to my brain:
Dealing with it. It’s different. Do you remember then? Just keep that in mind. Just let.
Here’s a reminder.
Ignorance is bliss.
Ignorance is love and I need that shit.
It’s never easy, is it? I just think too fucking much all the fucking time. All I want is a 40 in one hand and a joint in the other. I want to retreat into a cocoon of covers and candles and introspective thoughts. Paint the room with sounds and smoke. Music and musings. Fill my mind with words and wonders. And let disappear the worries.
But life...
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One too many
thoughts.
October 2011
10 posts
Fall Break
This is a series of pictures my roommate (actually a very accomplished photographer (who does quite well)) took during our NYC trip. Walking for miles and miles across the city to the ports, to the Chelsea Market, up upon the highline, and around Columbia… Half of Penn’s population ends up in the city on any given weekend. You wouldn’t believe the number of people we ran into on...
Honestly speaking,
I’m just so fucking tired. I really am. I’m emotionally drained to the point where I don’t think I can even feel at all anymore.
I’ve done everything that I could. I’ve tried so fucking hard. You know what I think. It’s on you now.
I’m a tenor in the choir but I sing a...
Am I not enough? It’s never enough.
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"For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe...
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Why is it that every single fucking time I have a ton of shit to do (ie: midterms tomorrow),
I HEAR PEOPLE RAGING IN THE STREETS?!?!?!?!??!
WHAT THE FUCK, DON’T PEOPLE AT PENN EVER FUCKING STUDY?! WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYONE ALWAYS PARTYING?! HOW ARE PEOPLE THIS SMART, I DON’T EVEN KNOW.
…
But I want to rage too! )’:
September 2011
10 posts
Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regrets Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree She says, “I’m free”