May 23, 2014
IM GOING TO GREECE IN OCTOBER AND THE UNIVERSITY IS PAYING FOR ALL OF IT, MOTHERFUCKERS.
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IM GOING TO GREECE IN OCTOBER AND THE UNIVERSITY IS PAYING FOR ALL OF IT, MOTHERFUCKERS.
Well, use them then, these marvelous powers, And manage your poetical affairs The way you'd carry on a love affair. You meet by chance, feel something, linger, And bit by bit you get involved: Happiness increases, is endangered- You're in ecstasy, then in anguish- And before you know it, it's a novel.
Goethe, Faust
There are only three things that stress me out: girls, Iran, and the Princeton Committee on Palestine.
Aron
Waiting for Hoagies
A: I just think our society needs to stop being so hung up on love.
S: What should it be hung up on instead?
A: House of Cards. Or cupcakes.
Things that are just hella happening:
1. This is the last week classes officially meet my freshman year here at Old Nassau. Shit. 2. That last post I reblogged was so spot on pertaining one person and it's so funny how accelerated the rate of change of feelings goes here. I forget that this is what it feels like to be over it. It's really just a shattering of delusions, an acceptance of reality and a true distaste for someone you realize now is not a good human being (at least in actions. Actions speak louder than words, and thoughts don't speak at all.) 3. Feeling like there's so much I would've done differently or known to do better if I could just rewind back to move in day, and realizing that at the end of the day, I would choose every decision all over again because how could I have reached this mindset without living out everything I did? 4. Not sure how I feel about going home. Hella excited for Argentina. Mainly because of my grandmother and the college friends who will be there. Also just to walk the streets of my city. And you know, the rest of my family. I hope my internship is fun and worthwhile and I'm excited to have a car and commute listening to amazing playlists and sit outside on the patio on a Saturday morning with a glass of iced tea and my typewriter. So much "me" time I want to have. 5. Shoutout to my roommate because girl, at the end of the day, you are the best. The best person and the best thing that came out of this year. Everyone dreams of being bffs with their college roommate, and it's real life for me. 6. Oh, hey, the realization that when it rains, it pours and when you finally tear down the walls, you see so much more. So much potential. 7. And the realization that while you see all those doors, you've picked the next one already and you really hope that it opens when you go for it and that you didn't lock yourself out by preventing an opening earlier. The goofy, stupid, pathetic way you get all nervous and excited. Lame. I'm so lame. But it's nice to have the excitement back. I thought it would take a lot longer. But you see, life moves on. 8. And life is complicated and beautiful and tragic and surprising. Stop trying to untangle it and accept that even the rustiest of dragoons cry sometimes.
I know it’s just another baby, but damn Prince George is cute. I promise it’s not just because he’s royal. The level of adorbs in all those press pictures is fucking ridiculous. #gimme #justletmebeamother #butonlyinlike10to15years
APRIL 5
Life is complicated You can go from being the girl sitting on the bench in sunny afternoon gardens, making her way through two scoops of dark chocolate ice cream with the sun and smug smile on your face thinking about how things are unsure but seem to be going your way because you've done the reading for Wednesday and texts are good and new music is on point and the trees seem to say that everything will all work out To sitting in a study room twelve hours later with the bitter tinge of worry at the aftermath of a night no one could've predicted, not even the moon, who hadn't been whole either, and a sweet cup of pudding in your hand to try to ease it, real talking with the bff who is wearing nothing but boxers, socks, and your roommate'a blanket because he locked himself out of his room and is sleeping in the floor between your beds that night, ending in five am conclusions that aren't that conclusive . Life is complicated.
This is my slow descent into madness This is a slowly burning inferno waiting to happen But there's a chance this is just the beginning of a purgatory climb There's a chance this is a straight up climb to paradise Maybe this is me giving up on the real world Maybe this is me chaining myself to an idea I let myself swing violently on the string I wonder if I will knock anything over. This is my slow descent into madness.