My writing class is always one I look forward to. The writing genre is “Black speech in public space” but we basically talk about everything black. There are about ten students and the discussions are always interesting. Yesterday, Theo Marcus came to speak. He was simply my professor’s brother and a lawyer. My professor brought him in to give a talk and touch on the subject of Trayvon...
If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with...– Michelangelo (via missfolly)
My touch is rigid, and my words shy. You can call me cold. But if you peered inside, you’d find waves of tears for you. Stacks of I love you, I miss you, I need you, help. It is this way because I stored them so. It is so arduous while unfamiliar to give because No one’s ever asked of them until you.
Children begin by loving their parents. After a time they judge them. Rarely, if...– Oscar Wilde (via missfolly)
school isn't for everyone
So I’m in the library typing away my paper for my deadline at 5 pm. I check my email and it reads, “due to technological diffifulties throughout campus, the paper will be due tomorrow” Imediately without any thought process, I open a new tab and log on Tumblr. SEEE THIS IS WHAT I DO WITH TIMEEE. nomatter how many days you give me, I’ll only really use a few of those...
She told me to meditate.
“She told me to meditate, said that when you close your eyes and follow your breath through your body, there is no way you can be distracted. So I would, I followed into my nose as it cooled my throat and stretched my lungs, and right back out, warm breath blanketed my toungue as it left, but the whole time, so boisterously, your face would play in the background.”
Fifty days until Summer
My head is about to blow. 8 page paper due + another one + a 20 page paper + irrelevant thoughts = 0 pages.
Subtelty throughout produces the most pounding statement.
Today I went to Georgetown cupcakes to pick up four cupcakes I ordered. My friend who was with me said her friend works there. He was there…. and he gave us six free Georgetown cupcakes!!!AHAHHAHAAAAA WOWWWWWwhat a guy.
hellopoetry: Keep your eyes open. A Drinking Song by William Butler Yeats Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; … Read the rest A Drinking Song by William Butler Yeats