I've been popping the various joints in my limbs with alarming frequency for the past few weeks.
I think it's weird that the people who affect you have no idea that they've affected you, even if you tell them, because no one will ever be able to access the inside of your mind.
I'm glad that I've learned how to tell people they've affected me.
My roommate showed me a song that claimed that no one is ever alone and that it's sad that there is no way to escape that honestly. I don't believe that.
The danger of having access to the multitude of social media sites is that a desire to overshare is cultivated in too many formats.
I was told recently that you run on the sleep you got two nights ago. I don't know if this is true, or how one could prove it, but I did feel allnighter-jittery two nights after sleeping for a grotesquely small amount of time.
I'm fascinated with"real" vs. "pretend." I think that I overuse these ideas.
It took me all of two seconds to choose a goal profession, after
It's interesting that reading poetry reminded me of how much I like to read poetry.
A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent
lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye
to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited
grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden
monthly breeze!
---Allen Ginsberg, Sunflower Sutra
In my writing, I know more about how I'm feeling than I feel when I'm feeling. It is bizarre to re-read my own
Is it terrible that I gravitate towards contradictory emotions as a constant state of being?
I contain multitudes.
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