lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings

my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
- ee cummings

10:15 pm       1 note

Sometimes when I’m reading online class discussion boards for my education classes I find that one post that makes me facepalm so hard it takes a good few minutes to recover.

Tonight’s discussion was about People First Language (If you don’t know what that is, google it.) and someone made the comment, “I guess the old saying sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me just isn’t working anymore.”

I’m sorry, but can you please remind me when that phrase ever worked, especially in regards to children with disabilities??

They maybe should think about going into ANY profession that doesn’t involve children.

11:36 pm

I just wrote probably one of the best poems I’ve written in a while and I’m really happy now.

When I get like this about writing I get too excited then I can’t sleep.

I’m in such a good mood that I can’t sleep. Why is that a thing?

Pretty upset that I have to work in an hour when it’s this nice outside. 

Pretty upset that I have to work in an hour when it’s this nice outside. 

11:31 pm

weirdly happy despite all the stress from work and school this week. (1 midterm (already???) & 3 papers & 2 presentations & corporate visits at work & spartan race on Saturday) whewww

11:40 pm       1 note

a boy just called me at 11 at night to talk about a poem

10:13 pm       256,960 notes


If you haven’t stayed up until the early hours of the morning reading with your eyes itching and burning with tiredness and your vision blurred as you fight to stay awake to finish the book, you haven’t lived at all

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Woke up from a dream about the wrong person. Again. 1:07 pm       3 notes

2:25 am

It’s my best friend’s 21st birthday and we’re getting drunk on her couch, it’s an exciting life guys

11:08 am       1 note

I’m really really happy because I got a 100% on my final project for women in lit and the semester is over and it’s so! nice out and I’m cleaning and doing laundry and my brother will be here in a couple weeks and I actually really like both my jobs and the people I work with (which very few my age can say) and I’m excited about next semester and I feel good about myself and my body and everything is good, I’m happy. Everything is good.

Daphne du Maurier (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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This came in the mail today. :) #rememberwhyyoustarted

This came in the mail today. :) #rememberwhyyoustarted

7:31 am       1,076 notes

Am I writing an essay or am I verbally vomiting all over this paper and can I tell the difference?

2:03 pm       5 notes

I spend a lot of time making lists of things I need to do instead of actually doing them.

11:13 pm       1 note

I work at a big gym that has locations across North America and part of my job is to call people across the country whose credit cards have been declined and ask for new billing information.

Anyway because the universe likes to throw weird situations my way, one of the people I had to call today just happened to be my old therapist. The one that moved across the country without telling me. This is the same one that completely randomly happened to be treating my ex at the same time. What the fuck universe.

songsforsingers SAID: Please tell me the romantic posts are about a new guy :)))))
9:57 pm       2 notes

The “us” tag is just for the mushy stuff on my blog, not talking about anyone in particular. My love life is a mess. My life is a mess. I have two jobs and I’m taking 15 credit hours and also boys and most importantly gym and mostest importantly I’m the happiest I’ve ever been ever.