i’ve been having a really weird couple of weeks

like, school functions have pushed me outside and its not been totally miserable

also ive been reading like a ton

i am almost 400 pages into a history of europe and i read another book and

ive been having nostalgia re: community service w/ fifth graders and @ my old girl scout camp (you were a girl scout? yeah, but not a very good one) and like, not dealing with the ~end of high school~

and somehow it ended up that i’m going to be out of state for like, most of the summer? b/c im going to my grandmother’s in az to help her recover from a back surgery and then my fam is going to montreal and then my friends and i are going on a rly long ambitious roadtrip 

and prom and graduation are NEXT WEEK??? 

and i really really need to shower but its late and im tireddddd

and late @ night i always get really anxious or upset and i literally hate evrything about summer it is the worst season also vacations longer than two weeks really arent my speed because i get depressive but this time im aCTUALLY reading? which i always plan to but dont? so

and i haven’t talked to anyone 4 real in a long time (even tho i spent today hanging out w/ a cool librarian after being bitter about not getting to roof stuff i h8 subtle sexism btw it’s rly frustrating because i am both skilled and strong ok i do not need your damn help!!!!!!!!!!

anyway.

michelle and lily and marie sry for not talking to you im just being weird i love you all. 

and that is the state of the alex lets see how this goes

(I’ve been feeling really writing-constipated recently; like, I didn’t write anything about Iron Man and then nothing about Gatsby and so I’m just going to wordvomit)

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commanderbishoujo:

digitaltempest:

commanderbishoujo:

i lived on fandom wank too long to ever want to give Cassie Clare a dime or a bit of attention

I thought I was the only one who felt like this. Every time someone recommends her books, I laugh and shake my head. I want to explain to people why it would take an act of blood magic, perfect planetary alignment, and a sacrifice to Cthulhu to make me read her books, but they’d never understand fandom.

Livejournal never forgets

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• finish Sula test (ie, write ~1 more page about ~~themes~~) 
• write a one page comparison of turkey and iran’s interwar times wrt nationalism
• revise beginning of the story about my house
• write at least half a paper about how shittily patriarchal Aeschylus is 

i am actually going to get things done! and then i will feel good about myself! and everything will be ok! 

vampirevvekend:

do u ever have those thoughts like “you know what im going to start living life to the fullest and going on adventures and pushing myself and i’m going to become a better more satisfied person” and then continue to refresh ur dash for another two hours 

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taoofpooh:

Confessions of an Uneducated Queer - Lauren Zuniga

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ehmeegee:

In my Museum Studies program we spend a lot of time picking apart what it means to be a museum on its most fundamental level.  We have concluded that they are repositories of history, storage houses of culture, libraries of the tangible aspects of human existence.  But aside from these literal definitions we also attempt to interpret what it means to house these artifacts and seek to understand why, as people, we place such an immense and unquantifiable value on what is contained within.  

One of the analogies that has had the most impact on me personally is that of museums as temples; buildings facilitating the worship of our world and all of its people, shrines to knowledge, cathedrals to beauty.  Through these objects we seek to understand what it means to be human, and in the process we are faced with much self-reflection and assertion of being.  We are forced to take responsibility not only for ourselves in this moment but for the past, present, and future of our collective existence.  I feel this reverie when I am in the zoological museum, one-by-one piecing together the lives of the silent individuals that surround me, attempting to decipher what compels us to retain their physical selves, seeking to define and understand our relations — all the while in a state of wonderment I remain unable to adequately articulate. 

and it was literally me alternating between a completely blank face and OMG CUTIES LOOK AT THAT LIL BABY WHAT A CUTE FACE OMG

also i was disappointed by the lack of george blagden but i assume that will shortly be rectified

thewuest:

dig this please

it has been dug