March 2012
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February 2012
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My day so far has been really good (not):
Returned from the fine arts building at 230 am
I don’t even like my project
but whatever.
Woke up at 830 am
worked on shit for my 1130 am meeting where I had to have 2 source analysis’ done;
I only had one.
It was only halfway done.
At 1123 I was running out the house to get there and I stepped in cat shit.
Fucking cats.
I was too pissed to go to the meeting so I didn’t
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“Life is purposeless. Don’t be shocked. The whole idea of purpose is wrong - it...”
– Osho (via slychedelic)
I’m the worst at doing homework.
THE WORST.
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This is this. But not really.
I like to smell your scent in the autumn (but I never really got to do that). So more so when it’s almost spring or in the winter the winter. Or this year when there aren’t really any seasons and no one knows what to expect tomorrow or the next day. This time of year.
So I dwindle, diddle, daddle, dawdle in your t-shirt or your boxers. That are much too big for my small frame. But now...
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Rest my head.
Bleached white;
your skin.
Small but strong.
Small, but I’m smaller.
Murmuring,
“I can’t understand you.”
Can you even understand yourself?
I’m running low on energy.
My mind folds down.
