I never knew it was “Call me Mr. Benzedrine.” I find it ironic that I would find this out after just reading about Benzedrine today. That is my cool story for today. It’s taking a long ass time to read this Ginsberg autobiography. Week is so much better than last week though. NO HOMEWORK. Just a lot of things that I want to do; none of it is that important. Skins, Skins, Skins is...
ladyyatexel: My Immortal, originally by...
smells-like-teen-angst: Daddy interrogates daughter to get a confession on who is her favorite parent.
Today I was tired. Today I didn’t care. Today I ate cereal. Today I felt like shit. Today was okay. Today I was dying. Today I was enlightened. Today I was annoyed. Today I was quiet. Today was beautiful. Today I reviewed. Today I realized I can’t do this. Today I want things to be like before. Today I caved in. Today I won’t sleep. Today I watched Skins. Today is already fucking...
Listening with compassion means putting judgments aside. This quality of...– Carol Hwoschinsky (via moreofamore)
Lazy weekends make me feel equal parts happy and worthless. Tomorrow should consist of all the things I didn’t do these past four days. But it won’t. I highly doubt it will. 2,157 pages are waiting for me. So is this Word document. And Skins. Tony got hit by a bus. I haven’t quite gotten over that yet.