"There is an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the first lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time i read it. It says "love is so short, forgetting is so long". It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when i needed to know someone else had felt the exact same way.” (RED prologue)
three part harmonies are being practiced in the dining room and the sound is somethin pleasant
how do woman not orgasm when inserting tampons.
like isn’t just like having sex idgi?
This sounds like a Mitt Romney diary entry.
yeah i am. i had a job for the first two semesters but it ended up being too much. thanks for the support… i’m done in may so not too much more to go now.
i once worked for a crotchety delusional old rich lady and she asked me if i was french once and i said no not at all and she said DON’T LIE TO ME GIRL YOU HAVE A FRENCH NOSE and made me look in a mirror and agree that my nose was french so i too must be french
/anecdote justifying low quality photo of my face
also just (for some unknown reason) clicked on some elite daily article about why your brother is the most important man in your life and became incredibly sad because my brother and i aren’t close at all and we don’t even communicate with each other and my mom always says we are so much alike in personality but i would never know that because we have never shared a one-on-one conversation
maybe the real problem here is that i’m inexplicably sad and i just want to cry and go on about sad things but i’m home alone
we don’t have money for food or toilet paper or deodorant or my books for class right now, but all i realllllllly want are more canvases and paint so i can use my easel and transcend beyond all my monetary/bodily/academic needs for a lil bit