laminated paper makes the best hand fans. stay cool scholars!
So far so good!
I’ve got on my writing socks—they’re Wonder Woman inspired, to infuse me with that extra moxie—and a cup of licorice tea from Chimene. Christmas lights winking by the window remind me that in two weeks this will all be over, and that taming and turning in this monster will energize me for the final push homeward. Godspeed fellow workmen!
my body remembers the late-nite habits of my early college days, when I drank deeply from 4:30 AM and sat on the floors of elevators and stairwells begetting papers. the past two years, I’ve been better — sleeping early, working smarter, but 50o miles later I am still the same.
my body returns to those young motions of deep gasp and hair scrubbed irritably in the sink this morning, thirty minutes late for class. i stood up, wrapped a towel around my hair and forced my heart to slow back to normal. no I’m-late adrenaline needed here; everyone needs a break sometimes.
- Super sad to the max extreme
The 2010 Haiti earthquake was super sad to the max extreme.
- Anonymous said:Please reply. I'm 13 years old (please don't tell me I'm too young to be here, as I'm very mature) and well, I'm really fat. I look at my reflection in the mirror and suddenly I want to cry. I'm so fat. Like I hate myself so much. My sister always tells me that im beautiful, but I don't believe her. No clothes look good on me. And I can't change. My mum constantly feeds me meals packed with calories and I can't exercise because of school work. I'm too young for supplements, and I'm just so sad.
Hey hon, I’m sorry you feel in such a bad place. I wanna tell you a few things.
-I have no idea what your body looks like. You might be fat. You...