Why do I think that writing emails to people is a good idea? I should not be allowed to access my gmail account from 1030pm-7am. Woe is me.
“a heart filled up like a landfill”
Maybe with slightly less lard and butter though.
Emails from The Minaret with my silly fashion articles on the Top Stories list make me a happy girl. And slightly embarrassed, I need a better story this week.
Things Tumblr Doesn't Care About, Vol. 1
Tonight I emailed a variety of people (Sloane Crosley I’m really sorry for what you’re going to read) I find inspiring/want to write me recommendation letters and I realized that I’m completely lacking in my grammar and diction lately. I keep using really stupid words. Obviously the best way to rectify this is to read/buy an MLA handbook, but I find myself with no time to do so,...
Here’s a prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages.– Tennessee Williams
Dear Tracy Crow,
Remember on the last day of memoir class that you made me stay after and then proceeded to weep onto my shoulder and told me to “never stop writing” and I was so freaked out and tried to hug you but it was a really awkward pat on the back? I hope you get my email and write me a really awesome recommendation letter for grad school and this internship before you get really famous from...
Ulaanbaatar travel guide - Wikitravel →
I just had an extremely vivid dream of going to a dinner festival (heaven) sponsored by Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia and sending the wrong picture message to someone and then that someone never speaking to me again. Outrageous.
Things that suck pt. 293939392
I just broke my bed! Goodbye comfortable living. I guess I really should learn to stop jumping on it.
The Earth, Pablo Neruda
The green earth has yielded to everything yellow, gold, harvests, farms, leaves, grain, but when autumn rises with its spacious banner it is you that I see, for me it is your hair that separates the tassels. I see the monuments of ancient broken stone, but if I touch the stone scar your body responds to me, my fingers recognize suddenly, shivering, your warm sweetness. I pass among...
The Rap Map — Mapping the Gangsta Terrain of the... →
The open search on my browser from last night was “conscience.”