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January
23We attach to feelings as if they define us, and ironically, not just positive ones. If you’ve wallowed in regret or disappointment for years, it can seem safe and even comforting to suffer.
In trying to hold on to what’s familiar, we limit our ability to experience joy in the present. A moment can’t possibly radiate fully when you’re suffocating it in fear.
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November
30“Nostalgia” means “our pain.”
Long time no update.
It may be that the holidays are approaching, or that my days left in NY are numbered, but I’m feeling reflective and contemplative.
I feel like I have so much love to give - I’m bursting at the seems with it. And yet it seems that I limit the outlet of that love too much. I find myself passing judgment on uneducated customers at work, being unreasonably irritated with drivers on the road. All the while, I long for the affection of those who are unlikely to reciprocate. Why I seem to be unable to redirect my love towards my close friends, family and those who make a positive impact on my life, is beyond me. I thought I was over foolish crushes, throwing my heart in before consulting my head. I simultaneous love and hate the feeling; while I hate that I self-indulgently dwell on things not worth my time, it seems my artistic and creative side (which I now associate more with my childhood and adolescence) is only awakened when I allow myself this somewhat self-destructive sentiment. In such a time when so much is hectic and up in the air, why must I subject myself to this?
Such is the inner dialogue of a self-saboteur.
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November
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sssssrsly.
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May
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WHATS THIS?
WHY, IT’S A MOTHERFUCKING INTERROBANG.
Not only does it have a sweet-ass name, but it’s a fucking amazing piece of punctuation.
Does your teacher bitch at you for using a “?” and a “!”? Well then, this is the thing for you! YOU JUST PULL THIS BITCH OUT, AND WIPE THE GRIN OFF THAT MOTHER-FUCKER’S FACE. Watch as their mind is blown that you’re using famous punctuation from the NINETEEN SIXTIES.
True. Fucking. Facts. This glorious character was invented by Martin K. Spekter in 1962. That’s right, even its creator had a bad-ass name.
BUT. ALAS. THIS MIND-BLOWING, ELEPHANT ORGASMING PUNCTUATION NEVER GOT TO BE DECLARED “OFFICIAL”. That’s why it doesn’t show up in all your fancy ass computer fonts.
SO YOU KNOW WHAT I SAY‽ I SAY WE BRING BACK THE INTERROBANG. USE IT WHEN YOU CAN. SPREAD THE WORD. RE-BLOG THIS SHIT.
(via fyeahvocab)
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April
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LOL too good.
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February
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TODAY IS BEAUTIFUL. So many things that I am excited for this weekend… including
-1980s Martian Chonicles miniseries with Rock Hudson
-Snowball dance tonight where I will be dancing with my boyfriend and group of friends drunkenly while the handful of other attendees resent our presence
-55 DEGREE WEATHER
-Getting MUDDY
-Anndddd…. receiving my size 15 Women’s 3” heels in the mail!!!!!
#aslkjW$@%(Uslk! #warmweathermakesmefeelalive
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