March 2012
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“You have a gift.”
I’ve heard it twice this week from two different teachers.
And instead of just accepting the compliment, I have to break it down and wonder if they really mean what they’re saying. I won’t lie and say I don’t want to be the best at what I do.
Regret:
gnate1:
that feeling you get when a post won’t stop getting notes.
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“You have witchcraft in your lips.”
– Henry V ~ William Shakespeare
February 2012
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“That summer, she met him in the woods, in hidden corners by the river, on the...”
– Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
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I went to luncheon with my mother this afternoon and i was feeling rather adventurous so i ordered the gluten-free pizza. Ewwwwwwwww.
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“New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal. Its politics...”
– John Steinbeck
UCSB is starting to look really appealing to me because it’s so affordable for Cali residents.
And Santa Barbara is beautiful.
And it’s just far enough from LA that I can come home whenever I want, but still be independent from my parents.
But…ugh…people in SB are just as, if not more, annoyingly granola-crunchy and socialist as people in LA.
But cheap schoool! Guess...
So in the past week, i was in such a crankster mood. The voices thoughts in my head would not stop swirling around.
I just fapped, and they’ve quieted.
Ahhhh…
Let that be a lesson to you all. When you’re cranky, masturbate.
I have a thing for elder South African women with wild pasts.
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My Uncle on "12 Angry Jurors"
-My uncle calls-
Me: Hello
My uncle: Hey, those people are always late.
Me: What people?
My uncle: Michelle. C'mon. Thoooooooose people. They like watermellon and fried chicken.
Me: Did I ever tell you you're my favourite uncle?
My uncle: That was seriously a very good play.
Me: I'm glad you enjoyed it.
My uncle: Who was the chubby boy?
Me: Which chubby boy?
My uncle: The one in the front.
Me: Oh that's Chris.
My uncle: That dude was seriously making out with some girl.
Me: Oh yeah, that's his girlfriend...
My uncle: I thought it was his mama. I was like "why is this boy making out with his mama?"
Hi if you’re in my AP English class
Can you tell me what kind of things you’re putting on your list?
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“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
I keep finding myself in love triangles without even meaning to. Wtf dudes. Just be faithful to your women.
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who can stir a sleeping angel?
that is not a task for the crude, rough hands of men.
let the sun slowly crawl toward her face,
and wake her gradually with warm kisses
Fighting Words
Say my love is easy had, Say I’m bitten raw with pride, Say I am too often sad- Still behold me at your side. Say I’m neither brave nor young, Say I woo and coddle care, Say the devil touched my tongue- Still you have my heart to wear. But say my verses do not scan, And I get me another man!
Dorothy Parker (from The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker, 1999)
I’m still running lines in my head like a paranoid loon with an anxiety disorder. I went to bed running lines. I woke up running lines. The show is over bitch. chill yo mind out.
Elly came over last night and we had drunken ice-cream and watched Gilmore Girls. It was nice. Now she is sleeping like an angel-belle.
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I’m afraid that I am on the verge of psychotic break. I’m truly frightened.
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“What’s the worst thing you can call a woman? Don’t hold back, now. You’re...”
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Full frontal feminism: a young women’s guide to why feminism matters
By Jessica Valenti
A lesson from Blaire
If Blaire Waldorf denies true love, marries for outward dignity, and gives in to moments of neediness and vulnerability by capitalizing on pathetic “lonely boys” while hurting a friend, well…i can forgive myself for the same.
It wasn’t right, but it can be rectified. I shall learn from the Queen B ;)
In all your non-masculine tendencies and lack of self respect
I miss the outward dignity of you as my arm candy.
Ladies, listen. Men, take notes.
mynameiselly:
A girl is not a prize, she’s not an award or a trophy. I’m not even saying this in lieu of “women are not objects.” No, they aren’t objects. But more specifically what I’m trying to communicate to you (and if you’re a boy, you really should consider this) is that a woman is not something to gain so you can say, “I got her!” That’s disgusting, and it makes a lady feel like less of a...
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frightening and beautiful
none shall know
about the dark deeds
carried out in these grimy halls
or the earnest words whispered
between heavy heaves and sighs
none shall even acknowledge a shadow
of the past, crossing over, and replaying the deed
over, and over, for eternity.
Only we will see the shadows.
His dark lips, warm air on my cheek.
Her fingers, the cool wind that slowly prickles your hair.
None shall...
“You’re afraid of intimacy so you’re a serial slut” -House
I guess this can be used to describe a serial flirt too? Knock it off, Mich.
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The nature of acting:
You stop giving a fuck.
And let it out.
Not an Admission of Guilt.
pero…
sometimes I’m an angry juror on stage…and then i don’t stop being an angry juror backstage/offstage. woopsie.
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The problem with looking at your tumblr dash in class is porn
The problem with living so far from the city is i cant go home, drop my shit off and fap before the play.
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A smile can inspire daydreams of connection and mutual admiration. A conversation can inspire daydreams of a lustful affair.
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men are scummy
men are scummy
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meaningless.
Woah. I just remembered a fragment of my childhood.
Driving out to Tahoe with my parents and another family.
Staying in a little cabin filled with moths.
We were snowed in one day, and I just remember sitting on the landing of the stairs with a boy, at least five years older than me. We had nothing to do but play board games, but even those got stale. He had a deck of cards. He took the cards,...
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Earlier i was eating a piece of chocolate and browsing tumblr. I scrolled past some thinspiration, spit the chocolate out, and threw it in the trash. Yeah…
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Disgust.
I’m so terribly alone. I feel like I’ll never truly find somebody. I keep telling myself, over and over, “he’ll find you, Michelle. Or you’ll find him. You guys will find each other.” I coo, and I soothe. But i don’t believe it. You know why I loved the idea of New York City? I thought, all those people on one tiny island. The possibility of...
