June 2012
27 posts
You fool. How could anyone have a good memory of falling apart? What a contradiction. You goddam fool.
Prom was a year ago today.
How the fuck…? Did 365 days pass?
I remember that day pretty well. Feels weird running through it in my head. All those people like fictional characters now. You said it was your favourite memory. Wow, let’s survey all the destruction that’s happened since then. If I went back 365 days and told that idiot (me) about everything that would happen and...
If you were here, you too would be hiding with me.
Feel disgusting as USUAL
Responses to all my tentative ‘so I was thinking maybe I shouldn’t do PPE and should go for straight philosophy instead…’ comments: WHAT YOU ARE SUCH A PPE PERSON YOU SHOULD OF COURSE DO PPE YOU ARE JUST SO PPE etc etc etc
Hum.
Feel disgusted about my lack of self-control again. Tomorrow, tomorrow… Yeah tomorrow. So much work to do tomorrow. Well, I can stay up...
What are all these god damn cows doing in my room
Can’t wait for uni!
Oh no, i’ve become so inert even in school. Just feel like slumping in my chair and staring uselessly at the computer screen. Just dropped another load of ££ on books… This half term i’m going to have to spend sooo much money. On travelling. Need to sort out how to get money from parents because...
Someone needs to slap me and tell me to stop dreaming.
Ngaw fuck. Reading through my tumblr, reading through my thoughts exactly a year ago (and then further backwards)… Of course, I wasn’t very verbose, I wasn’t very descriptive; the posts were bare and they didn’t say anything. But *i remember how I felt when I wrote all of that*… They’ll never mean anything to anyone else but I was the one who typed out those...
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“The glass does not break because it is glass,
Said the philosopher. The glass...”
– A. E. Stallings, “Fragment” (via litverve)
what i do when i adamantly refuse to revise for my...
a blank document is very intimidating.
i wonder if i’ll remember who all the ‘you’s i constantly address actually refer to, many years into the future.
i wonder if i’ll still feel immensely guilty. as usual. it’s always either i despise you or i feel guilty about you.
you could probably see through my constant insults and accusations, anyway. whatever. whatever.
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In my zone: the plane, darling economy class, lonely aisle, accompanied by my faithful book, magazine, iPod, and phone. What more could I wish for? Twelve hours of nothing, of peace, of squishy toilets and thirst. I’m ambivalent, can’t you tell. Life is just happening, can’t you tell. Good and bad are relative and things just don’t differ any more, can’t you tell. I...
A post I was writing just died. I quite liked it, so this is quite sad, but everything I write is essentially the same, so it’s not too big of a loss. I’m quite content; I can’t say i’m happy. But i’ve certainly been happy in the past week, in a way I didn’t think I could still be. I rediscovered things I’d forgotten. Things i’d forgotten because for...
it’s a funny world: how, even when no one does anything wrong, everything bad still happens.
i wish i were better at putting words to how i feel. so that i’m not always wandering around metaphors, wading in worn-out, meaningless, overused words, pretending like some new combination of the same adjectives, the same verbs can have any greater impact than they did the last time i used them. and the time before that. and the time before that. all the way back to the beginning of time,...
you’ve said many times that year 7 was the best and everything else that followed was simply… worse. how can anyone live like that?
currently obsessed with listening to my dad’s collections of oldies and procrastinating and not working on my essay and i am going to die a frenzied painful death from this ungodly procrastination and why am i not working lol being at home is so bad
herwrittings:
If I were a month, I’d be December
If I were a time of day, I’d be 4am
If I were a direction, I’d be [don’t know]
If I were a planet, I’d be Pluto
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be the ceiling light
If I were a sin, I’d be Envy (according to Enneagram)
If I were a poet, I’d be [don’t know]
If I were a gemstone, I’d be Sapphire
If I were a tree, I’d be a...
