The Story From College You Won't Tell

Blog by a UCLA student majoring in the strange and the Paranormal

[whitepeopletwitter]

[gahdamnpunk]

That pause 💀💀

[tredlocity]

Someone: A movie can’t be wholesome and dark at the same time. Those qualities are mutually exclusive.

Me:

[xmagnet-o]

Wtf is this? Vampire Queer Eye?

[tredlocity]

That is…

100% what that movie is.

[nerdyfangirlingbooks]

fun fact: stu is literally just a guy called stu. like. taika’s friend. his name is stu. he is a geotechnician. this is not the first movie of taika’s where he has played himself. he didn’t even have a script. they just said “hey stu! you stand here, and you be stu!” so he did. when he’s talking to the girls in the bar? that’s his real job. when he’s actung awkward because he doesn’t seem to know what’s going on or what to do? he doesn’t. he’s just rolling with it. just stu being stu.

[liberalsarecool]

Capitalism needs Imperialism.

War makes money for lenders. The lenders create nothing. Their profits come from stoking conflicts.

[momofmusa]

Damn shame..

[00jinx]

real FACTS!

[abandonedandurbex]

Train Tracks

[outofcontextdiscord]

[arandomthot]

This would’ve made for a great Vine

[allerliefste-archive-deactivate]

[eldritchucla]

You are late on tuition. You go to the financial aid office. "As Always, a human soul is acceptable payment." You try to remember a time you still had one of those.

[eldritchucla]

You are convinced your hall is the same distance from every spot on campus. You start timing your journeys. You walk to class. 13 minutes. You walk to the closest dining hall. 13 minutes. You walk to the farthest dining hall. 13 minutes. You walk outside and take one step. 13 minutes. You walk to San Diego. It takes you 13 minutes.

[eldritchucla]

It is the week before the USC vs UCLA game. The bear is in a box. 3 USC students sneak on campus with spray paint, a step ladder, and a crowbar. One climbs up the ladder and pries the top off. There is nothing in the box. Confused, he jumps inside. The other two wait a few seconds. Minutes. They go up the ladder after their friend. They look down. There is nothing in the box.

[eldritchucla]

You sit on your favorite bench with your lunch. A tour group passes. A bunch of seniors, probably from a local high school. You wonder if you'll see any them next year. A year passes. You sit on your favorite bench with your lunch. A tour group passes. Tours pass this spot often, they always have. One of them looks familiar. They all do. You realize you will see them next year.

[eldritchucla]

Anyone who has eaten at Rendezvous on campus will tell you it plays the strangest music. Sometimes it's K-pop, sometimes classic rock, sometimes a movie soundtrack, and sometimes that song you made up as a kid.

[eldritchucla]

It is quiet hours. You walk out into the hall and close your door quietly. A girl passes and drops something from her bag. It does not make a sound. She does not notice. You open your mouth to tell her. No sound comes out. It is quiet hours.

[eldritchucla]

“Pre-med, pre-health?” The club organizer asks you. He hands you a pamphlet. It has a date and a time. “Pre-death?” Someone in a black hood asks. “What?” “Pre-death.” He says again. Or is it a girl. You can’t tell through the hood and when you try to remember the voice you only hear your own. He hands you a pamphlet. It has a date and a time.

[eldritchucla]

Every freshman knows the library has a book made of human skin. One freshman knows whose it is.

[eldritchucla]

You go to the meditation space between classes. Tuesday, 10:45. It’s quiet, a good place to study. The only other person there is a woman typing on a laptop. You come back another day. Thursday, 10:45. Same woman, same typing on the laptop. Others come and go. You come back. A different time. Tuesday, 1:30. Same woman, same typing on the laptop. You sit down next to her and peak at the screen. She’s writing an essay; she’s on page 3. The quarter ends, your schedule changes. You don’t come back for a while. Finally, you do. it’s almost finals week and you need to study. Friday, 3:30. You see her again. Same woman, same typing on the laptop. You peak at the screen. What could it be this time? She is writing an essay; she’s on page 3.