i know what can hurt me real bad, and what can’t hurt me anymore i am learning to rise up with the sun and i am learning what sleep good is for i thought i figured out the world and its circular way but then i saw the sun fall down out of the sky the other day
i am sick with worry today. my boyfriend woke me up an hour ago leaving for work and i haven’t been able to get back to sleep. i was supposed to go to a noah and the whale concert tonight, but no one can go with me so i think i’m going to skip it because it’s a late show and i don’t know if i want to be in that part of the city by myself in the middle of the night, especially since i’m still a little sick from my surgery. but that sucks because i was super excited about it.
i just have so much TFA stuff to still do, like finishing all of my pre-institute work, getting src to forward my freaking transcripts which are really tying me up (thanks guys), packing, finding an apartment, etc. it’s all super overwhelming right now, and i’m excited but also just totally overwhelmed. i know i’ll feel better once i get there and i can stop being anxious about what things are going to be like because i’ll be there so my prejudgments won’t matter anymore. i would also feel a hell of a lot better if i had an apartment.
“You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.”—
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“They had to know Bin Laden was there. His million dollar compound was less than forty miles from Pakistan’s capital. That’s like escaping Washington, D.C. by hiding out in Baltimore. Except that Abbottabad is much less dangerous than Baltimore.”—
“Because he says that love is kind.
That hasn’t been my experience,
so I set the bible on the kitchen table
and yelled at it until I was unable, yeah.
I’m talking to inanimate objects over you.”—The Mountain Goats, The Doll Song (via spelunkerofgrapefruits)
"Have we really become so unsexy as a society that you don’t even get to touch somebody for it to count as an affair? Here are the things Anthony Weiner didn’t do. He didn’t rape a hotel maid or a 13-year-old girl. He didn’t knock up a staffer while his wife was terminally ill with cancer, then misappropriate campaign funds to cover it up. He didn’t serve his sick wife divorce papers while cavorting with yet another staffer. He didn’t leave the maimed woman who cared for him after his release from a Vietnamese POW camp for a 25-year-old brewing heiress. He didn’t (with all respect) get his peepee sucked in the Oval Office by an intern. He didn’t rail against the evils of homosexuality while soliciting the services of a male meth-head prostitute (if you don’t remember exactly which one that was, it’s because there are too many to name). And he didn’t coerce his humiliated wife to stand next to him during a debasing press conference, which, as far as I’m concerned, almost makes him a feminist fucking hero."
This. I am so sick of this bull shit. We’re in the middle of multiple wars, guys. I care as much about Anthony Weiner’s dick as I do about every other penis on the planet other than one (my boyfriend’s). Can we all just, I don’t know, get over it?
doing my teach for america pre-institute work is reminding me of when i was in 6th grade and my english and social students teachers decided i was under challenged and thus potentially self-destructive and made me do hours of extra work every day in an effort to exhaust my mental and academic superiority over my well meaning but dumb ass peers. you know, if it hadn’t been for those two teachers i’m not really sure where i’d be right about now. they were the only ones who saw through my practically professional veneer of popularity and humor and superficiality, and also the only ones who knew how much in danger i was of falling into the abyss.
“if you get there before me, will you save me a seat?
if you get there before me, would you save me a seat?
but if i never get there at all,
would you leave the seat empty?”—The Mountain Goats, Shadow Song (via spelunkerofgrapefruits)