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That’s why we love France
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I only ever come on Tumblr these days when there’s new marble hornets. Sad really.
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Revenge of the Lawn: I was Trying to Describe You to Someone, by Richard Brautigan →
I was trying to describe you to someone a few days ago. You don’t look like any girl I’ve ever seen before.
I couldn’t say “Well she looks just like Jane Fonda, except that she’s got red hair, and her mouth is different and of course, she’s not a movie star…”
I couldn’t say that because you…
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Freedom Without Exception: KONY 2012: Causing more harm than good →
KONY 2012: Causing more harm than good.
Dear Jason Russell,
After being bombarded with your KONY 2012 crusade, I have no choice but to respond to your highly inaccurate, offensive, and harmful propaganda. I realized I had to…
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It’s just not a good week to be me.
WARNING. FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS AHEAD.
So, I didn’t get the job I interviewed for, which is discouraging. I had my identity stolen on Wednesday, so I now have negative money. I’m not enjoying my classes this semester. I can’t seem to get anything done or done right for that matter.
The only thing I’ve been looking forward to this semester is Sunday, which will be awesome, but I will be left with nothing to enjoy.
I suddenly don’t know if I want to major creative writing, which I’ve had my heart set on for as long as I’ve been at Purchase.
I just keep looking back at my life and wondering what I’ve been doing for the past two decades. When my Nannie was a kid, she had a future. She was going to be a wife and mother, by my age, she had a son and a husband. There are just too many choices, and I don’t know where to go. I don’t want to be an overgrown manchild that so many people aspire to be. I want to be an adult, but I don’t know how.
At the end of the month, I’ll be twenty. What have I been doing for two decades? I feel like I haven’t made any impact on the world, I want to be special, even though I know the statistics are not in my favor.
I wish the sun would come out. Literally and figuratively.
Emotional vacancy is not something I aspire to, but I just keep coming back to it, because it’s safe. Somehow.
I don’t know what to do.
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