they all would have died in the sound of music they would have found out that pinocchio could never tell the truth and cinderella would have scrubbed those floors till her hands grew old and tired and nobody would look her way, thats the way it goes today i blame you hollywood.
i am of the opinion that lecturers are either sadists or extremely wise. they make our university lives miserable/difficult/stressful/impossible and these are the only logical explanations i can devise either they enjoy my pain and angst or they are absolutely running me into the ground so that when i get to the real world, nothing will be as bad as university and i will never feel this...
the first time we ever kissed i was drunk on tequila, and you had had a few too many heinekins and you kept putting your hand around my waist as we talked to people, even though we were hardly even friends. And most of it is a blurr, but apparently i kept commenting on how soft the grass was in the backyard. You kissed me by surprise on the lounge and i kissed you back. and i dont really remember...
being content is the biggest de-motivator in the world.
i dont like that society wants to confine me it wants to put me in a box and say “this is what you are” but i am not one thing. i am all over the god damned place i am a feeler of music in the depths of my soul i am a student of biology and it consumes my mind i am a lover mad with hope i am an artist. i am an anarchist. i am a democrat. i am a realist. i am a dreamer. i believe...
shallow people rob themselves of all the truly beautiful things in life.
i am losing beautiful creative people. people who hold all the threads of my soul, people who know all the facets of my crazy mind, people who know the sound of my laugh and can see any pain im hiding. people who have listened to my rambling blues, people who have sat in the rain with me, drunk on our first case of beer, people who i have sung with in parks in shaky voices and played with on...
id love to know what people think i look like based on how i write. if you’re reading this please tell me how you envision me?
at present my world is too mundane. someone come and give me some magic
questions of science, science and progress
do not speak as loud as my heart. which is a serious problem- because unlike chris martin, i actually am a scientist.
we were told that it was okay for men to be paid more than us to do the same...– Ughi Fuscaldo 72 on feminism.
goodbye to the children we'll never meet.
I wonder how many imaginary children there are future, maybe, dream children that couples have. once, when my boyfriend and I were suitably intoxicated- you know that period after youve stopped drinking and you feel all dopey and loving -on a train under fluorescent lights with my legs swung over his lap and his arm lazy across my shoulders, we chose names for our future children. all five of...
I am a people pleaser, i need to be liked. I procrastinate like you have never seen before. I am a chronic liar, i am a shape shifter, i drink too much, i make people love me who i dont intend to love back, i am manipulative, i fake orgasms, i speed, i eat food off peoples plates, i talk through lectures, i laugh when sobriety is needed, i loathe people, i disregard authority, i have no value for...
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...– Sylvia Plath (via mols)
good music is an aphrodisiac.
i am pretty sure university is trying to kill me. 40 hours of class time + 4 midterms, 3 theory exams, 2 group presentations and 3 essays is really, really a bit excessive for a 2 week timespan. especially when there are so many good shows this week. im going to have to start injecting caffeine into my veins.
i will always remember your kisses as salt salt from slaving over stoves salt settled from the ocean salt from sweat and tears