May 2012
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whydoihaveablog:
Life is weird.
That’s one of those sentences that mean nothing to you when it comes from another person. But when the sentiment of “life is weird” creeps into your life and settles around you like the pollen in New England infiltrating screened windows during the early summer months, it feels different. It rests heavy in your stomach like the bowling ball you feel when you...
My brother is enrolling in Media Tech
So that means for my final Film Fest next year, I’ll get to see some of his videos be played full screen in the auditorium, probably as my last high school event.
I’m getting emotional and I haven’t even made it through senior year yet.
The human body can be so beautiful.
I say as I stuff my face with popcorn
“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles...”
– Henry Rollins (via beatriceisaunicorn)
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I can always tell that it’s been a good dance if I have blisters on my feet; I can also always tell that I’ve been studying well if I have highlighter on my face.
I currently have both blisters on my feet and highlighter on my face, so it’s obviously been an interesting week.
“You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:...”
– Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl Here’s the link.
