“Your eyes are holding up the sky, your eyes make me weak I don’t know why, your eyes, make me scared to tell the truth, thought my heart was bulletproof now I’m just dancing on the roof and everybody knows, I’m into you”
March 2011
Your Eyes
Alexz Johnson
And even when people want to talk I still feel lonely.
I wonder what that means.
“Imagination is more important than knowledge.”
—Albert Einstein (via daphneemarie)
February 2011
“Do I ever get to be upset? Do I ever get to be anyone but me?”
—Effy Stonem
Sometimes I don't know what I want to do.
And then I look at the scribbled poetry in the margins of my notes and I’m reminded that writing is my first love. Although I zone out in classes and write the beginnings of stories, it’s what I love to do. That when nothing else makes sense, I can turn to writing and it makes things feel better.
And even though I'm screwed for homework this week,
this weekend was totally absolutely worth it.
Play
I have many irrational fears.
Midterms start Monday for me and I'm actually so horrified that I'm giving up Facebook for the next couple of weeks.
I honestly just waste time by poking people back and talking to people who I can easily just IM if I need them. It’s time to buckle down and get those good grades.
But Tumblr gets a place in my heart (in moderation).
- Finish philosophy
- pretend that I actually know something about the Rwandan genocide for English
- Watch Hellcats
- Set alarms
- Brush teeth
- & sleep.
It took me years to realize that I'm a total absolute control freak.
But I can’t help it if I like things to be pretty close to perfect and to run smoothly.