California, USA
i'm a sycophantic courtier with an elegant riposte
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May 27, 2012
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I just really want a donut.
But I can’t have one.
Damn you, celiac disease.
this was me yesterday. i want a gluten-free cruller.
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Confession:
I am one of those assholes that shakes my head and says, condescendingly, “yeah, well, I liked it before it was famous. It kind of sucks now.” And then I shrug really nonchalantly like I don’t care but inside I’m fuming.
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Anonymous asked: omg i love you write more (:
I am working on it, anon. :)
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bust of Alexander the Great, fourth century bce.
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andrewsgayboner4jessescurlyhair:
congrats to zach braff and donald faison for having literally the perfect friendship
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- GLAMOUR: What’s your ideal date?
- AG: “Meet me at an airport, and we’re going to jump on the next flight out.”
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Jack White - Love Is Blindness [U2 cover]
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Hey tumblr, I’m wondering if you can help me out. If you have limited availability at work, can your manager just change your availability on a day that’s a holiday? For instance, I’m ALWAYS available strictly from 9:30-1:30pm on Mondays. On Memorial day she scheduled me, without asking, from 9:30-5:30. Is this legal? Can she fire me for having a problem with it? I tried google but haven’t found any answers. Thank you!
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You’re not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not… No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.
I’ve got an itching in my fingertips. My feet yearn to trek new terrain; search out new paths. Whenever the weather gets warmer I want to throw together a rucksack once the night cools off, drive somewhere new, and spend the day exploring sights I haven’t seen. I’ve always wanted to move. I’ve always been discontent to stay in one place for long. Itchy feet, run. I chalked it up to my inability to commit to anything— to people, to things, to a place.
I’ve been antsy since I was little, though I accredit that to the state (as in being, not as in place) in which I lived my earliest years. One of my earliest, most vivid memories is one where I’m in my dad’s Camaro, hugging my Care Bears pillowcase to my chest (it was 1991, it was allowed), and driving half way across the country. We started in California, burned through Arizona, trekked across New Mexico, spent a few hours in northern Texas, ate at a McDonald’s over the freeway (it’s the biggest one in the world, or something, which I guess is cool even if the thought of eating McDonald’s now makes me want to vomit) an hour outside Tulsa during the last few minutes we spent in Oklahoma, before finally arriving in St. Louis to see my dad’s side of the family.
I don’t remember the drive back. I remember moving to Missouri for good, though, less than a year later. We took a train back, and something happened or got mixed up so we didn’t have a sleeping cabin, and I spent two or three days perched in a train seat watching the country fly by. It felt liberating to get the fuck out, though it is pretty likely I never thought of it in those exact terms back then. I was a pretty sassy kid, who knows.
My dad likes to drive. Windows down, good music on, and without aim. I inherited that from him, I suppose. I always felt like he wanted to escape from the bad and just go. I wish we had done that more when I was younger, bothered to venture out more miles than we did, but sometimes we would just go for drives and not say anything. I was hooked.
Once we stopped in this amazing section of the woods to watch some deer, I think we had crossed over into Illinois at that point, and we ended up picking (what I remember to be, in my romanticized memory) the best blackberries ever.
I moved back to California during my awkward-time, need-a-mother years, and missed the drives. I missed the green hills and the people and the endless nature. I grew sick of palm trees, and was elated to escape back to stay with my dad during the summer to play softball and explore.
I suppose that has stuck with me. That desire to flee when the temperature rises. Flee what burdens me and see new things. I don’t know anybody that really understands the way it feels to feel disconnected from your surroundings (except you), and to house the irrational demand to see things I have yet to experience.
It’s warm outside, and I want to go. I’m dying to escape from this city, from places I have already been, so that I can see something new. I have grown tired of what’s here, and I feel (nearly) no reason to keep my roots in the ground here.
I am ready to go. -
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May 26, 2012
brittany, california. i want movement and not a calm course of existence. i don't know the meaning of life. i dance party alone in my room.
