May 2013
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It is extremely difficult to stay alert and attentive, instead of getting hypnotized by the constant monologue inside your own head (may be happening right now). Twenty years after my own graduation, I have come gradually to understand that the liberal arts cliché about teaching you how to think is actually shorthand for a much deeper, more serious idea: learning how to think really means learning...
April 2013
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I wanna go to the party with them
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bohemianfapsody:
“sorry we’re like the least cool band”
we know
WE KNOW
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March 2013
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feeling like i’m in a GIRLS episode tonight
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February 2013
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I say this is a wild dream—but it is this dream I want to realize. Life and literature combined, love the dynamo, you with your chameleon’s soul giving me a thousand loves, being anchored always in no matter what storm, home wherever we are. In the mornings, continuing where we left off. Resurrection after resurrection. You asserting yourself, getting the rich varied life you desire; and the...
ON BEING A SHITTY SAD SELFISH TWENTY-YEAR-OLD
1. Your roommate comes home to find you in the kitchen, in old sweatpants and a lace bra, heating soup on the stove. You wonder what she thinks of your stomach, its pillowy folds, if it isn’t a little obscene, how it grows softer every day while you stand there, tearing chunks off of a baguette, barely chewing, constantly swallowing. 2. Your friend invites you over for a movie....
January 2013
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December 2012
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November 2012
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“El Océano Pacífico se salía del mapa. No había donde ponerlo. Era tan grande, desordenado y azul que no cabía en ninguna parte. Por eso lo dejaron frente a mi ventana.”
Pablo Neruda