December 2011
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“Death comes to me again, a girl
in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.
It’s not...”
– Dorianne Laux, “Death Comes To Me Again, A Girl” (via blua)
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Oh my God!
OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD THIS IS AMAZING. REALLY AMAZING. I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE DID THIS. I AM SO HAPPY. REALLY…I AM BURSTING. BUT I NEED TO WORK…OH GOD I NEED TO WORK REALLY HARD NOW. I NEED TO LIKE…WOW. I don’t know where to start…french or chemistry or keeping up with everything else…and I have to have it perfect before I get back or its all over. Ah shit…oh my gosh. Imma freak...
Christmas consists of my dad and Sergregi talking about “Jew York” and the puerto rican populations in the projects, whilst downing Obama. And they’re speaking in like…russian english and I can barely understand them. Sergregi keeps adressing me in russian and then laughing..I don’t understand him well and am awkward. OH! And way to go dad, telling your six year old...
“I’m the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It’s awful. If I’m on my...”
– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via blua)
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miserable at best. xo
So um..I legitimately thought of the scenario of killing myself. There wasn’t even a methodology to it. I was sitting at the top of this tall building, just looking out over the treetops and water and other buildings…and it was so beautiful I couldn’t take all of it in entirely. And the sun was high and it was just breezy enough to be perfectly content with how everything felt....
I just tore my bedsheets to shreds. Fuck.
