Because today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured...– Philip K. Dick (via solitaryforager)
So SNS is right next to Shands so people who either are visiting friends/family at the hospital or those just getting out come in a lot. So tonight I waited on a real sweet older gentlemen tonight, and we got to talking. He proceeded to then tell me he had been at Shands all day because his wife had 2 major surgeries last week, had been kept sedated and was in critical condition. He said they...
oh my god it's like dr. jekyll and mr. creep over...
what is even going on
so i had stopped getting creepy texts from coworker (mainly because i just stopped responding) but then i worked with him for the first time since then yesterday and NOW THEY RETURN. i dont like it.
this time i’ve lost my own return in spite of everything i’ve learned i hid my tracks, spit out all my air slipped into cracks, stripped of all my cares i’m so tired sheep are counting me no more struggle, no more energy no more patient and you can write that down it’s all too crazy and i’m not sticking round
february’s a rough month. maybe that’s why it has fewer days. i don’t think i could handle 31.
if there's anyone i wish i could be as cool as
it would definitely be Karen O. she’s such a bad ass, especially on fever to tell.
It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who...– Oscar Wilde (via bitcheslovebottlesandbeats)
narth dakoota is what they shoulda named it
am i right?
how did i just now discover the beauty that is...
the music of fugazi + wutang lyrics. aka fucking GOLD
Just went and checked out my grades in my...
On the exam I didn’t start studying for until 4AM that morning for (because laser tag and Star Wars 3D is far more important) I got a 98, and I got a 95 on the first part of my Arabic Syntax project that I did quite intoxicated. And they say it can’t/shouldn’t be done.
A word that does not exist in the English...
Ya’aburnee Arabic – Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “You bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
whenever any one says
“why can’t we all just speak the same language” i get so infuriated i could kill
Dear Old Greenland,
On the way to Greenland I shall find All the disparate fragments of my mind I shall return a different man And darling do All that I can On the way to Greenland I shall find No mundane distractions of any kind If beneath the ice fields there’s a room It’s there I’ll find my peace a lovely tomb Friends, Greenland is a place where souls go to dry out It is a vast and terrifying...
i think i just need to find someone who likes cats as much as i do.
i wish i could lay in a bed of marigolds. how pleasant would that be?
They call her smokey taboo I got your name tattooed High like a helium balloon Midnight to noon I’m a desert child And mountains make me nauseous I like to look up wild at an infinite sky Twinkling with diamonds It’s true I get depressed in fancy hotel rooms Undressed with nothing to flaunt but my loneliness Thinking of the night song of your hair Premature as evening falls ...
I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via stellablu)