July 2011
June 2011
A Love Poem of Sorts
The only time I feel fine is when I’m with you. But when We’re together, I want to strangle the Adrenalin that courses through My veins — along with the blood pumped From my heart. And I love talking to you online, even if I can’t Hear your voice. And all I have are The words you type. They are still enough for me. Because it’s still another way to Be with you. Even if it’s not in person. So...
❒ Taken ❒ Single ✔ BLARHAGARHHGARH
hmm
my apologies, but my inner editor just reminded me that
a: it’s 1:30 in the morning and I’m biking five miles in six-and-a-half hours (not very long distance, but when you’re tired, it adds up, and I’m gonna have to bike back a couple of hours later…)
b: the name of my tumblr is a little ridiculous, and somewhat pretentious…
[EDIT: I’ve now changed the...
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An Explanation
Note: This post is an explanation of the description of my tumblr:
I’m about to leave Chicago in while — first I’m going to New York for a six-month program at NYU, where I’ll be taking a really interesting philosophy course on the nature of the mind (maybe get some credits toward my hypothetical major?), a “college writing workshop,” which seems from what I’ve...
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Sentimentalism...is a word I just made up
I went downtown today. If you’ve never been to Chicago’s downtown, you’re missing out, but not by much. It often reminds me of Manhattan’s business districts. It does have its own flavor that separates it from other cities, but at its very basic core, it is the same as most others. And then you come within eyesight of Millennium Park, and the Grant Park area....
“And more importantly, what authors mean doesn’t really matter, I don’t think....”
– John Green, in his latest video. (I agree). (via asmuchasmyselfastoyou)
