One Simple Wish

"May you live all the days of your life."

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It pays to be ENTJ - literally

rare, educated, and rolling in the dough. as ilya would say - FUCK YEAH. 

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Summer Breeze

Wow, I regressed back a LOT of years today. :D 

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I don’t think I was made to pull all-nighters

Walking the fine line that separates being nice and being a bitch. I don’t have the energy or the self-restraint to keep myself from being one anymore. Or maybe I’m being negative and grumpy because it’s almost 6AM and this Human Rights paper is going in circles and my Calc grade is shit. 

I don’t care anymore. If I even cared at all to begin with. It’s getting really hard to tell. 

I like being emotionally stunted. I think not entirely living life or caring to “live” life can be beneficial in a lot of situations. It might actually be nice to be lobotomized, but then again, you might as well take it all the way and kill the person, yeah?

But I probably should go see a psychologist at some time. It’d be an interesting experience. Would a psychologist know if you were playing mind-games with him? 

And I’m pretty sure my brain has turned off now. 

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I realized today that whenever someone brings up Neopets, I start smelling chlorinated water. I think it’s because that the few interactions I’ve had with the online game were all on a specific gym’s computers that happened to be located right outside its swimming pool’s men’s locker rooms. 

Then that reminded me of the time when I, at the definitely non-nubile age of six, ran through that same men’s locker room. Because Charles dared me to. 

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I want to scream my head off. I need a soundproof room. 

But simultaneously, I’m bored to death. This can’t be all to life, right? Or is life really this meaningless? 

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Prepared to paste a smile on my face

It’s easier to kill them with kindness. 

Permalink These red flowers remind me of pressed flowers, and I just realized that I haven’t pressed flowers into books in a long time. I remember I first got that idea from one of the books in the Anne of Green Gables series I read when I was in elementary school. Somehow, that childish whimsy slipped from my life like how every one of my pressed flowers ended up slipping from the pages of my books. 
Well, in honor of my love-worn childhood days, I’m going to pick some flowers to press into my books tomorrow. 
Tumblr makes me so nostalgic. 
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