February 2011
January 2011
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sunday night:
in the fort, boxed wine, suite mates and my boyfriend, movies.
this weekend rocks.
“and I thought,
it doesn’t make sense, I’ve got so many things to
do but I’m...”
– From poem ”living”
Charles Bukowski
(via henrycharlesbukowski)
“Ahhhhh…You’re such a bitch! I hate you….STOP BEING RIGHT. GOD YOU’RE SUCH A...”
– Relby Randenno (via ktthegreat)
I don’t remember why I said this. :/
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2:10 a.m. ---- Jon: Can we make a fort??
sick
sore throat, hurts to swallow, congested, achy. also the left side of my face is swollen which i’m pretty sure has something to do with my wisdom teeth— it hurts like hell.
gyaaaaaaaaaaaah.
"...in the past 48 hours approximately 60 students...
awesome sauce.
i want pictures of us. mostly in our moments alone.
like last night, in your room— we had both risen from concentration, note-taking, and you had gone to get something off the shelf and i had gone to put something in my bag. neither of us spoke, both preoccupied with our petty task and thoughts of our consuming work, the things we’d been reading and the questions we might have. aware...
OH MY
THREE DAYS INTO SCHOOL AND I AM ALREADY SLEEP DEPRIVED. WOOOOO.
blanderstan asked: so i desperately need to visit albs and watch you interact with jon (like oh my god do you understand how excited i am just by TYPING THOSE WORDS AUGHHHH) some time soon. when should i come up and party? i miss you.
blanderstan asked: so i desperately need to visit albs and watch you interact with jon (like oh my god do you understand how excited i am just by TYPING THOSE WORDS AUGHHHH) some time soon. when should i come up and party? i miss you.