What I set my intention to today in yoga class…
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Literally having Lady Gaga withdrawals.
Literally too gay to function.
One last stop, he says. And they drive to Westside Lanes.
I grew up bowling. I don’t want to bowl. It was raining.
We’re not going to bowl, the circus carpet dark with gum
beneath them, and he parts the curtains on the best
photo booth in town. He feeds it the three dollars, Get
in. They somehow share the short ridged stool. In here
we have to tell each other one true thing. You first. Click.
This is the best way I could think to have my arm around you.
Click. Click. Click.
New attitude that I’m adopting!
One of the craziest, most AMAZING music videos that I’ve seen in some time. I’m a Hi Fashion convert!
Instructions for living a life.
Tell about it.
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I miss my friends from high school so much. Nearly everyone at this school is just the opposite of the person I’d like to spend my time with. Why does no one read? Why is no one passionate about their work? Why are they so obsessed with getting fucked up? Maybe I just grew up sheltered. I’m so over this place. I thought college was supposed to be a bastion for intellectuals. Couldn’t be further from the truth.
I am at this moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.
John Kennedy Toole
A Confederacy of Dunces (via theworldismadeofwords)
This book is rocking my world right now. The perfect companion to a depressed and overly intellectual graduating college student who has no idea what job he’ll get with his useless, difficult degree and hates just about everything in society right now.
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