might seem narcissistic to post on fb, but i feel like this today =)
and i wonder
ima14yearoldgirl
sometimes, i tumblr search “mark of athena” so i can relive the book.
i really need to do something with my life.
Need I say more?
asdfjliqjte; this is where i go from being a 24 year old grad student and turn into a 14 year old high school girl.
(Source: myrealitybeatsyours)
What a difference 9 months makes. god damn my face was big.
eta: 29 days. lets get it.
without friends/family, you got no idea how hard it is to tether to real life when you got something real to deal with.
special thanks to all of yall that sent your support during my hardest of times. love yall!
insomnia. because today is one of the days where life is a bit harder than usual now.
the musings of the clear-minded
Though blogging about a problem is one of the most absurdly 21st century passive-aggressive responses to any sort of stimuli, I still believe the medium is relevant enough to warrant the use of such use.
After browsing the infinitely infantile expanse of the various, alternatively-named newsfeeds in my numerous social networks, it has become painfully apparent that some people just aren’t ever going to get older. Now, as growing 20somethings slowly distancing ourselves from the prime of our absurd years, this may seem like an awful prospect. However, the depths of stupidity that plague the unfortunate husks of humanity that are the target of this post have reserved space for these so-called grown ups in the lowest recesses of intellectual hell.
The irony of complaining about such asinine behavior using a blog is not lost on me. Unfortunately, there comes a time when you just want to call a spade a motherfucking spade.
tl;dr: there are people in my generation that should be barred from reproductive acts and social interaction.
This forever. I couldn’t have been the only one to burn the original mixtape snippet because that was as good as it got for years.
And yeah, that mixtape snippet > this final product.
(Source: hippiexshit)
confession
when my real life relationship pisses me off, i seek solace in fictional characters. because they never do me wrong, and always know what to say.
A spoken word poem on hipster racism, whiteness, white privilege, cultural appropriation, and micro aggression. It’s fucking amazingly done.
I will forever reblog this every time I see it.
Sighh, my sophomore class would have went HARD discussing this. Time to place it in my back pocket for the next teaching gig.
(via pandarican)
