Jason and Will holding hands while walking thru NY.
it’s weird knowing that I will never play another game of baseball in high school with a metal bat, and that in four days my high school baseball career will come to an end
unofficial baseball practice tomorrow w00t!
maybe I’ll also get around to writing about my tuesday night, which consisted walking four miles at 10 at night, pulling close to an all-nighter, crashing on a friend’s couch for two hours and then walking another four and a half miles home at six in the morning.
alright, goodnight y’all
It sucks to have inspiration — an experience that makes you feel like you have some real, almost-tangible inspiration on the tip of your tongue — and not being able to do anything with it. It makes the experience that’s inspiring (and tantalizing) you feel like it lacks a certain closure, and makes you feel like you’ve wasted an important episode of your life.
But maybe that’s just something we need to learn to live with. Not everything has
DiCaprio and Mulligan, meanwhile, don’t seem like star-crossed lovers so much as a delusional man in love with a bauble of a woman. Maybe that’s intentional?
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Took my econ final today — done with high school
Got to that last page and last endnote — done with Infinite Jest
I just feel the voice inside of me asking Quo Vadis?
