February 2011
talktofrank:
I hate dreaming of you, because i wake up and the bare, desolate emptiness hits me and i realise your not near enough to roll over and pull your weak arm around my shoulders, to feel your tired self grab my waist and pull me close to you, holding me. I need to feel you soon. I’m growing more delicate with every day.
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so my roomie just found
a -used- condom behind her bookcase from thursday night..i’m glad i was fast asleep that night :x we took pictures of the disposal and named it “surprise remnants of alex.” oh, college. there is nothing quite like you.
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January 2011
i.need.a.job.
going job hunting after math lab..sigh. i think fuck is the word of the day, it’s pretty much all i’ve said today.
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is...”
– Dead Poet’s Society (via thedukeofpuke)
Well, you told me about nowhere and it sounds like...
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so i got assessed by the supervisor of the centre and i have a thursday appointment with my new therapist..whom i can find nothing about on google. on the way back to my dorm i saw the ukulele boy. i don’t even know if he has class..he shows up on random parts of campus on odd times of the day (late at night/early in the morning), plays his ukulele and sings. well he doesn’t sing...