“Not fare well, / But fare forward, voyagers.”
- T. S. Eliot (“The Dry Salvages”)
so timely!
(via schizophreniatic)
“Not fare well, / But fare forward, voyagers.”
- T. S. Eliot (“The Dry Salvages”)
so timely!
(via schizophreniatic)
First, Lord: No tattoos.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance.
Honestly. It ain’t easy being a young lady today.
being ~45 seconds away from the gym, which I still underutilize. beautiful weather (for the most part) particularly when everything starts blooming in the Spring. the view from my window. the Kenan Institute for Ethics. Philosophy lectures. lazy afternoons on the plaza. late night Dillo wings. free T-shirts. Perkins/Bostock when no one else is around. Black and White cookies. Eating lunch + reading the chronicle so I don’t have to talk to anyone. Free new york times everywhere. running into people and then having random spontaneous conversations while standing awkwardly with a bunch of stuff. The WaDuke trail. off-campus food. People with different sets of skills so there is always someone to ask for help, no matter what the problem might be. possibilities and more opportunities than I know how to utilize. staying up late for no good reason. meeting awesome brilliant interesting individuals everywhere I look and then learning from them.