May 2012
38 posts
“Love doesn’t use a fist.
Love never calls you fat or lazy or ugly.
Love...”
– Augusten Burroughs, “How to Identify Love by Knowing What It’s Not” from This Is How (also see 1 Corinthians 13)
Anything worth having is worth waiting for.
“Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it’s breaking
When there...”
– Charlie Chaplin (via regardintemporel)
One of my favorite speeches from a movie:
I’ve always believed in numbers and the equations and logics that lead to reason.
But after a lifetime of such pursuits, I ask,
“What truly is logic?”
“Who decides reason?”
My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional — and back.
And I have made the most important discovery of my career, the most important discovery of my life:...
Just one of those moods.
I should really be in therapy
I really, really think so.
NPR Music: Google Beatbox →
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Pain. So much pain. So much inexplicable pain.
God,
I need you.
I've only ever drunk texted one person.
I bet he doesn’t even realize how much he means to me. :/
I've never felt so alive and so dead at the same...
I forgot what life felt like over the past few years. Sometimes it takes something that hurts to make you feel anything again. Now I’m swamped with emotions and don’t know how to begin dealing with them. I want a hug and to be promised that I’m going to be okay.
WHEN A GUY INVADES MY PERSONAL SPACE
howdoiputthisgently:
Scared
I am scared out of my mind that people will forget about me when I leave. This is irrational, I know. I will make more friends. I will be back to visit. I will keep in contact with those who matter and care. But I still have this feeling in my chest that I’m not going to get an afterthought from those I care about the most. It sucks.
Listen
Also,
Only two finals stand between me and graduation and neither of them are cumulative. Suck it, Erskine.
Guess what!
20 pages of my faulty attempts at increasing my positive self-talk are printed, submitted to turnitin and ready to give to Sho tomorrow. That is the last undergrad paper I will ever write. I put more tears into that paper than I’ve ever put into a paper before and it wasn’t because I was overwhelmed or stressed out, but because that paper and project meant so much to me. If not for...
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Ceremonials has been on repeat on my itunes for...
“And I’m ready to suffer and I’m ready to hope It’s a shot in the dark and right at my throat Cause looking for heaven, for the devil in me Looking for heaven, for the devil in me Well what the hell I’m gonna let it happen to me”
-Shake it Out, Florence and the Machine
April 2012
112 posts
This is a good day.
I have grant funding for my Master’s program. I only have to pay for summer classes, if I take them, and living expenses. This is SUCH a relief financially.
I also found out FIVE MINUTES AGO that I don’t have to take ANY research courses because Psych Stats and Experimental covered that requirement. I almost peed my pants.
I can do something right. I really can, sometimes.
