January 2011
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Injury
to my left mid-trapezius muscle. It hurts pretty bad and I can’t move my neck or my left shoulder.
Any suggestions for ways to relieve the pain?
ookyspookypookie asked: Favorite song and why?
The News on Mars: St. John's College: The Great... →
thenewsonmars:
I have wanted to attend St. John’s since the fourth grade at once because of this list. I was such a nerd for this list and a fangirl for the school itself. I never went. But I never let go of the list. In fact, I have most of the texts right here in my room. I’m just lazy. I need to stop that.
The Reading List
THE JOKER IN A PACK OF CARDS~: reblogged from... →
Found the entire thing. Huh.
niceurlyougotthere:
You Should Date An Illiterate Girl.
By Charles Warnke.
Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when…
“A good book on your shelf is a friend that turns its back on you and remains a...”
– Anon (via fuckyeahbookarts)
You Should Date An Illiterate Girl →
I feel like testing this out. Maybe I’ll get my chance soon.
itsantonia:
Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her...
GNM! part eik: old married couples, intestinal...
The sky is dark and dotted with faint stars, yet the traffic on Carter Road is the same as if it were midday. People are jogging on the wide sidewalk that is literally a stone’s throw away from the sea and old married couples are strolling hand-in-hand with a shyness that resembles young love but that also exposes the quiet knowledge of having spent a lifetime with another human being....
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GAM! Part eik: islands, people-watching and other...
For those of you who are keeping up with my super awesome adventures (well, kinda super awesome) in India, sorry for the late posting of this, er, post. I guess I should have warned you that I frequently suffer writer’s block. Actually, it’s not that I don’t know what to write about exactly, just that sometimes I don’t feel like writing at all. And then I think how...
