Francos team Bloom
Drunk and alone. Gotta get used to that.
feels like every passion or anything I was once interested in is just a distant memory that once was and never will be the same.
I don’t know if I like the new self. I always hoped id keep in touch with my weird side, but Im slowly losing the support group because were like “adult” and “mature” n shit now.
New York Mags interview with Joan Didion. Extremely well written and right to the point. I’ve never read any of her work nor have I ever had to go through such traumatic emotional experiences, but just by getting to know her in these few pages I can’t help but want to read everything this woman has to say about anything and everything. I can just imagine this elderly woman, sitting at her typewriter, cigarette in hand, and just crafting away at what she does best - rhythmically weaving her words and wisdoms.
sometimes I read these stupid posts on the dash and I’m like no…thats totally inaccurate. like where the fuck do you get you’re information from.
This is why I’ve always preferred tumblr over twatter: I can more comfortably write the stupid shit I want. And I know no ones actually gonna read it. Like right now. Haven’t bakaged in a while and its feeling kinda nice to be back. Though I realize its not something that should be a constant, its somehow comforting to know I can still enjoy it as well as not constantly needing it.
Maybe its me trying to hold on to my past, while having progressed into the future. That I can still be both of me. I mean, its all me. Its almost like the two parts of are distant friends that don’t keep in touch much, but when we do meet, we get along great.
„,damn I’m high
Dave Brat’s RateMyProfessor page isn’t too shabby. I’d probably take an econ course with him.
Sometimes I do things just to know I can and that I can feel.
Trying something new today