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Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on.
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
You can edit a bad page but you can't edit a blank one.
I was still a monster, no matter my current creature.
"I study CS because I don't follow patterns, I make them."
Katie McCorkell http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IeDsBRHkgzg
A lonesome mood befalls a coffee shop at this hour. Those that have already faltered, discarded about the chairs like old rags, are watched over by the experienced few: the old grizzle-faced wanderers that suck their lives away at the lids of their coffee cups, land-locked by yet another scholarly assignment. Soon the morning crowd will arrive with their determined strides and purposeful orders. These stranded campus nomads will glare with disdain from their hollowed-out eye-holes gleaming in the glow of blank white pages, wishing the morning to rollback again to this meandering night of yawns and haunting indie music replaying endlessly upon lost ears.
I love my buckling spring keyboard. Nothing is more satisfying than hearing each letter clack into each word, the symphony it creates for every sentence, as if it were a master sculptor setting my prose into the face of a rock.
Flames lick at his feet Snapping whips of heat Only a kiss, not enough to burn Just as I kissed him Wavering there then gone Off to burn some other air
There's nothing quite like sitting in the middle of a woods right before a big storm: the absolute silence, and then the roaring wind as clouds collide, brewing raindrops and groggy mornings. I forget everything and just sway with the towering trees around me. While I may only stay until I get cold and the rain starts falling, the trees will still be here -- as they have always been.
Festering thoughts, that burn into my mind, like dripping wet hot red flowing lava down the spine that shivers in the cold night air. A searing sliver of sizzling shot dead skin popping in crystalline craters.
In preparing for battle I have always found that plans are useless, but planning is indispensable.
Dwight D. Eisenhower
I'm living my life through HTML...
Knight laid to rest, pajama-clad conqueror.
I will be the first to admit that I absolutely despise the state of higher education. The concept is fundamentally flawed, and I am not thrilled to have spent 3 years (and only 3, thankfully) working towards a piece of paper that “proves my skills”. In my opinion, it does not do that in most...
TIL there is a lowercase pound sign in unicode: ﹟ (compared to #)
Look at it. It's so cute and tiny. If I had a Twitter I'd use that to whisper.
Random picture of me xD