a 24-year-old new englander with a knack for film and a compassion for people. i love celebrity gossip, coffee, and my iphone. i often post pictures of my life because i want to share it. i go to college, live in the top college town in the united states, and party hard on weekends. i plan to write a memoir about the people i've come across.
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I just bought a new MacBook Pro and I’m really, really in love. However, this is my first Mac so I’m definitely in newbie territory. Does anyone have any recommendations, apps, or tips? I’m already completely addicted. I’d love input!
I’ll get right on that.
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Poetry is my understanding with the world, my intimacy with things, my participation in what is real, my engagement with voices and images. This is why a poem speaks not of ideal life but of actual life: the angle of a window; the reverberation of streets, cities, rooms; shadows along a wall.
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I’m seeing this woman in May. I’m so freaking excited I could explode. I can’t even.
You were perfect timing and the one who made time stop. You rewrote the books for me.
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havisham | nick-andopolis | curmudgeonlaine | rouxfully:
Today in Are You Fucking Kidding Me: pens for LADIES. Normal pens are too rough and plain for our delicate lady-hands, clearly.
Also, “EASY GLIDE: Feel the Smoothness” sounds like it belongs on lube, not writing utensils. I’m not sticking it in my vagina, Bic, I’m WRITING WITH IT.
gee I don’t know how I could ever lift any other pens they’re just so heavy.
Writing is really hard and boring; I’m glad I can buy these girly pens to make it worthwhile.
But the ink isn’t even pink, what the fuck.
Do they vibrate? Because that’s the only way I would feel the smoothness.
Are they scented? I want only a delicate fragrance for my delicate hands.
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I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I love her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.
(via zombienicole)
As the possibility of a relationship had faded, Emma had endeavored to harden herself to Dexter’s indifference and these days a remark like this caused no more pain than, say, a tennis ball thrown sharply at the back of her head.
