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24 July 2011 @ 06:30 pm
 you're my wonderwall.
16 July 2011 @ 09:49 pm
 you had/have a point but i still want to slap you
06 July 2011 @ 12:48 am
telling the truth
saying thank you
saying sorry
occupying myself during the afternoons
lowering expectations
being on time
loving my neighbours enough
being still
letting go
being self-aware
trying new things
being patient
05 July 2011 @ 11:26 am
john mayer: battle studies
killers: live at royal albert hall
jason mraz: live at java joe's
she & him: volume 2
29 June 2011 @ 12:23 am
 "yesterday - somedays all you need - all you could want is sun, a patch of grass and an iced drink in your hand, or a cold mint hazelnut latte, sunglasses & the resquad with tightropers in the distance. redbones - catfish, seniors, tumminio, weddings, the military, aviation school, not "i told you so's", walking back from davis on a cool spring/summer evening, megan's pink bathroom, chocolate bunnies filled with caramel, barbarabai walking me back, stratton, "you're like a butterfly!", glendon charis wai & weilin, "you must be like children of god...""

i wrote this in my journal after a particularly good day towards the end of semester at tufts and re-reading it now reminds me of how good life can be when the snow finally melts away the clouds go into hiding for a day, how good life could be. i didn't write down (though i definitely remember) that after leaving stratton that night i dropped my wallet somewhere in the bushes, rode the joey up and down til midnight while multi-tasking with new testament readings to look for it and had it returned a week later with no money but everything else intact. remembering what it felt to happy and light and content with life because i haven't been for a while.
04 June 2011 @ 05:50 pm
 i love you much(most beautiful darling)

more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky

-sunlight and singing welcome your coming

although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess

(except my life)the true time of year-

and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each

nearness)everyone certainly would(my
most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love

ee cummings
28 May 2011 @ 11:49 am
 “What about you? Are you happiest and saddest right now that you’ve ever been?” “Of course I am.” “Why?” “Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.”
— Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
19 May 2011 @ 01:34 pm
 packing, deciding, an empty bed, the first round of goodbyes, coming full circle at carmichael, flopping on the carpeted fourth floor for hours, talking about meeting each other for the first time, the story behind african names, "olu-seye", cruises, continents, geography, the shawshank redemption, tearing cards off jasmine's walls, moving boxes to her car in bare feet, the last round of goodbyes, waking up early, dragging, shuffling, wheeling, heaving, taxis, hugs, leaving, new england receding. 
02 May 2011 @ 01:52 pm
50 Things University Taught Me: First Year

You will, without a doubt, hate everything you came to school for, at least once.
Your parents were wrong.
Suede, although pretty, is such a useless material.
Your parents were right.
Take chances. Always, always, take chances.
It is possible to survive an entire day on a bagel and a carton of chocolate milk. Sometimes, just the bagel.
All those habits you thought you were going to kick? Nice try.

Sometimes, you just don’t want to be kissed.
Engineers, regardless of what school they attend, are dangerous creatures.
It is possible to watch a movie every night.
Yes, T.A’s do hit on their students.
Don’t come to university with the expectation that people are any more mature than they were in high school. They aren’t.
Turns out, fulfilling your dreams requires a lot of paperwork and a high GPA.
Never say never.
You will miss people with every fiber of your being and not realize it till you hug them after months of absence and remember why you liked them in the first place.
There’s no graceful way to eat a pita wrap.
Being away from everyone you’ve gone to school with since you were 4 helps you sort out those worth coming home for and those worth forgetting. That is, if you didn’t already know.
There will be students from other faculties in your major’s class who will do better than you on everything. It does not mean they are actually better than you. Numbers on a transcript have no relevance to passion. It’s okay.
Nothing will make you make you feel more like a student than when you’re fishing through your wallet for spare change so you can buy a hot dog.
You know nothing.
But you also know absolutely everything.
Never, ever, EVER turn down free food.
No decent guy refers to the number of girls he’s slept with (be it in one night or cumulatively) as a “kill count.”
Cover your boobs.
Never interrupt during a discussion.
“I used to be in Commerce, but then I realized I had morals, so I switched to Humanities.”
Remember money? Remember how nice it felt to actually have some?
Sex is beautiful. It’s a merging of limbs and ideas, a physical way to express your joy in the fact that the two of you love each other.
Sex is dangerous. It is secrets and fears translated into desperate movement in the hopes that the body you’re clinging to, the face you’re looking at in the half dark, stranger or friend or someone in between, will help you understand something. It will not.
When you go out of your way to so desperately look for something, it will go out of its way to make sure you don’t find it.
It’s okay to cry.
Your problems aren’t as big as you make them out to be in your head. Doesn’t mean you should disregard them completely. Just know you don’t have it that bad.
Holding doors makes all the difference.
Know that some people don’t realize that it’s possible to love someone in different ways.

That one Double-Double was actually a Triple-Bypass-Why-Is-This-So-Sweet-Holy Shit-Why-Did-You-Buy-This.
There is no set time to eat sushi.
That look high school seniors give you when you wear your university sweater.
The ones you loved and thought had left were just taking their time to find a way back.
One of the best papers you’ve written all year will receive a failed grade because you were under the word count and you only talked about Russia. It’s an excellent paper. Deal with the shitty grade.
Take a look at the people you last spoke to (via text, MSN, phone, etc) before heading off to bed. These people are who you really care about. These people are important.
Just because someone is good to you, does not mean they are good for you.
[For PG purposes I censored the f- word :)]Saying “F it” doesn’t work. “F it” doesn’t write your essays or do your labs or edit your videos or get your lecture notes. “F it” isn’t good to your GPA or your friendships or your sleep cycle.
Everything worth knowing leaves scars.
“It depends on the context.”
There is something about the applause your professors receive at the end of the semester’s last lecture that will always make you well up with pride.
Procrastinating on your schoolwork is a communal activity.

When in doubt, cite it.
The friendships you suddenly make at the end of the year, standing in line to buy coffee or over piles of exam notes, are more genuine than you give them credit for.
Maybe you shouldn’t reread 1984 when you should be just doing readings.
Always tell the truth. Even if it’s dirty and unpleasant. Do it. If the person doesn’t thank you then, they’ll thank you later, to your face or silently to themselves.
Always reflect.

via Thought Catalog
01 May 2011 @ 11:42 pm
i'm pressed but not crushed persecuted not abandoned
struck down but not destroyed