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You Can Vote However You Want

So do it.

Oh Childhood

Whhhat?!?!?!

this entry was originally inspired by Devorah.

PelicanEatsDog

Wikipedia is, I think, reliable enough to look at astrology

As a Virgo I am supposed to be:

• Analytical / critical / insightful

• Precise / meticulous

• Orderly / methodical

• Practical / pragmatic

• Mental / intelligent / inquiring

• Responsible / reliable

• Perfectionistic

• Shrewd / witty / clever

• Conservative / conventional

• Refined / polite / well mannered

• Hygienic / clean

• Reserved / cool / undemonstrative

I would argue with people who called me: conservative, conventional, refined, meticulous or pragmatic. or with people who insisted that I am always: undemonstrative, well mannered/polite, clever, shrewd, witty, perfectionistic, insightful, cool or clean (as obviously, I'm a mess). But basically I think it's a pretty good description of me. Or at least of who I am after I'm crazy and why I'm crazy.

bellen

I sort of feel like as long as you've got something to be sad about you've got something worth living for.

The truly sad thing would be if I was here with nothing to miss. I'm lucky to be here, and I'm lucky to have so much to miss.

Wristcutters Trailer.

Oops.

What the fuck, seriously? Amazon has since rectified this situation, obv.

If He Made Me In His Image, Then He's a Failure Too

Jonny introduced me to Laura Marling, and I cannot thank him enough.

Song's called Failure

Godtube, fo'realz yo

Chick on cell: He's had his dick in me, but I worry it would be out of line to Facebook friend him. Modern life is so weird.

--Columbia University

I wish I were at Disneyland.

I slip into myself so easily in Oxford. And in Dublin I just lose me, again.

Oh dear

I'm watching movies on lifetime and trying not to think too much about not being home.

I'm not sure how I got from not minding being here to hating every second again. And...

I'm reading murder mysteries and they're a little entertaining.

My classes are kinda boring, even though I'm interested in them. Well, I just can't focus. And I don't want to. I just want to go home. If you add together all the people I've met I've got like half a friend. I feel like I'm dragging everyone down.

I'm thinking ridiculous thoughts again. What would it take to get me home? What would it take to get me out of here?

But then, home doesn't really feel like home anymore. I don't really have a place that feels like home and I can't remember the last time I did.

I have a pillow that feels like home. A little. And a teddybear. But I think that's it. Even at home.
I don't really care. I just want to go there.

Or stay in this bed.

I want to crumble. I want to shatter. I want to fall apart. I want to be put together again.

A Brain

http://xkcd.com/

Antique Halloween Photo

I'm not doing Halloween this year.

Love Letters

I like this person, I like writing to people. Asia, I don't know who that is, but they wrote 400 love letters to people they know, and then mailed them to strangers. You can see one on the left, one below and the rest here: http://www.sleeptrip.com/300loveletters/2.html

That Kiss

-The Courteeners

I like how this feels kind of empty.