wishful thinking
OwlCharm66.
Oh I don't know...Thoughts and rants and pensivity. And occasional made up words and discreet multishipping. And life (what little I know of it) and little things. And the side effects of college. Blargh/smh/SQUEE.
I'm actually pretty quiet and shy in real life. I promise.
Here there be...personal posts, things that make me smile, fangirly nonsense (Harry Potter, Supernatural, superhero movies), architecture/interior design, beautiful places, random things I find amusing, cats, owls, and lots of images/text about how good I am at procrastination.
i am living at columbia!!!
?! What are you doing?! Is it a summer program?
are you in new york?? i am in new york!!!
OMG YES I AM IN NEW YORK! Where are you?
To be honest, the sight of all the gay couples openly holding hands and embracing in public in New York makes me really happy. My mom and I walked past a church that was celebrating the marriage of two older gay men - apparently we reached them just as they finished their vows and everyone was applauding and it was all I could do not to applaud furiously outside the doors with them.
Good on you, New Yorkers.
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Number of hours students study - The Washington Post
Architecture for the win…or loss.
Thanks for the link Justin
wahey! look at us coming in first!
Wonderful =___=
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety.
Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
Gary Provost
This might be my favourite quote on writing ever.
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holy shit adulthood seems absolutely fucking terrifying
like woah you have to pay your own taxes amd bills, go buy everything you need on your own, aND TONS OF OTHER SHIT I’M REALLY NOT READY FOR ALL OF THIS
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I wish I wasn’t afraid of the dark.
Truth is…for one of the very few times ever, tonight I’m afraid to go to sleep. I don’t want to go back to that land of dreams, the one from last night, with the inescapable hallways, that creaking cage of an elevator, the skeletal enemy with the stringy black hair staring me in the face, that nasty tone of voice and laughter that said “you’re never getting out of here…”
Maybe it’ll be worth it to see J. again, considering I’ll likely never see him in real life again, but there was a distinctly negative air surrounding him in the dream last night. Maybe it had something to do with the “Scumbag Steve hat” lookalike perched on his head.
Jesus, I know we’re not in a relationship, but all I want is some cuddles. Is that too much to ask for?! #cuddlewithdrawal…not a pretty thing.
Oh Leonard…
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OMG THIS STUFF WAS THE SHIT.
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Kind of reminds me of the Grand Canyon Lodge lounge area…
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SNL - All of Stefon’s New York’s Hottest Clubs
OH JESUS. OH MY GOD WHAT IS AIR
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