Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have...– Tom Stoppard, “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” (via awritersruminations)
i'm pretty sure
there’s abject evil in my veins. save me, liver. please. i promise i didn’t mean it. or at least stop the spinning.
icelandpictures: Most awesome northern lights video I’ve seen. This timelapse is taken at Jökulsárlón in Iceland.
all i want to do
is go home and learn french and return to europe and take some medicine for my tummy and see my friends and sit on a plaza drinking espresso and get a job for the summer and graduate and be qualified and get paid and have a house and buy a boat and have vacation time and meet everyone and see everything and write my first book and write my second book and write my third book and write my first...
Why do so many people not understand that hugs from behind are bad touch hugs, not good touch hugs? It’s not consensual and it’s alarming. It’s disarming. I hate it. I hate it more than I hate most things. The moment someone hugs me from behind is the moment I quit liking them unconditionally. I’m not even joking. It’s really not okay. It’s infuriating.
I feel good about wind power. I have some money I’d like to invest in something, but the stock market seems unreliable. If the amount were enough that I wasn’t worried about losing it all, I’d consider throwing it in there. As it is, I’m thinking I should make a wind generator out of it. A generator of electricity from the wind. Yes, I will call it “Old...
The Creator, if he exists, has an inordinate fondness for beetles.– JBS Haldane, commenting on the fact that there are 80 times more species of beetles than there are species of mammals. (via sciencecenter)
3 hours of meetings today, and two of them were led by me. I am so happy with my committee I could kiss each of them, individually, on the mouth.
my hands are cold
but the real issue is that i went to a party after sleeping very little
i always sleep so poorly
when i drink cheap vodka.