Little Hurricane
I am 19 years young. I am in 2nd year university studying English Literature and Psychology. Everybody blogs and now so do I.
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“ For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me. The atmosphere and I became the same. Soft infinitesimal showers of microscopic bugs fanned down on my face as I slept, and they were extremely pleasant and soothing. The sky was starless, utterly unseen and heavy. I could lie there all night long with my face exposed to the heavens, and it would do me no more harm than a velvet drape drawn over me.
On the Road by Jack Kerouac
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pet peeve
when people see my tattoos and ask if they hurt and i say ‘i guess a little? not really’ and they go ‘oh, well that’s the point, right?’
wtf?!
Late for an important date.
always it’s just noise.
“ It was love, she thought, pretending to move her canvas, distilled and filtered; love that never attempted to clutch its object; but, like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols, or poets their phrases, was meant to be spread over the world and become part of the human gain.
To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
