February 2012
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No sleep and drinking water out of vodka bottles at 5 am and cold pumpkin pie and lost underwear and programming challenges. All is as it should be.
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Listen
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Today I visited my old high school.
I feel like… like everything I have ever done in my life has lead me to where I am right now. All the uncertainty and the loving people and the bad decisions and the pain and the work and the fun.
I have never been in a better place than the one I’m in at this exact moment.
This is endlessly comforting.
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The Love Competition →
The Stanford MRI Lab hosts the world’s first ever love competition, in which seven contestants have five minutes to neurochemically love someone as hard as they can.
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Good Things
This is just going to be a novel so feel free to ignore.
Sleepovers, introducing people to Firefly, feeding you cheerios in bed, reading week, easy relationships, watching Johnny Depp films with my girls, curry night, starry skies, chocolate, sitting under scary bridges, talking until 9:30 am, buying purple hair dye, buying tacky plaid shirts, people who like all my favourite bands, being asked...
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“Whatever we say
we know there is another
language under this one”
– W. S. Merwin, from “To the Tongue” in Present Company (via crashinglybeautiful)
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I think if ever there were a perfect way to spend Valentine’s day it would probably involve waking up tangled in your limbs, with your eyelashes tickling my ear, with Sonnet 75 echoing in my head, with snow falling softly from the sky.
So I’m kind of confused as to why that appears to have been my morning.
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disturbnotherdreams:
Stopping a perfectly good conversation about of black holes and astronomy to engage in the most epic of all facebook poke battles with one of my best friends, who never ceases to remind me through things like this, why I love her.
Oh, it’s on. She’s going down.
OH, YOU ARE MISTAKEN MY FRIEND.
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“Something’s gotta give,
it may as well be our fingers.
Touch me, ‘til my ribs...”
– Andrea Gibson (via loveyourchaos)
“I wanted to tell you how you are beginning to be the one I can talk to. I don’t...”
– Sylvia Plath (via aepocrypha)
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