February 2012
123 posts
Void.
We have outgrown one another, Filling your void is someone else’s responsibility. Did I remember the times you looked at me, And did I remember you filled mine.
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Harry Potter is like the Leonardo Dicaprio of the Oscars.
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Anonymous asked: Why did you shave your hair?
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“What is important is not the quantity of your knowledge but its quality. You can...”
– Leo Tolstoy (via proudmuslimaa)
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I have a new blog to put all of my other shit on. →
It’s much girlier and a personal outlet for all of those pictures I really want to reblog but don’t want to because it takes up so much space on my personal blog. It also doesn’t have run on sentences. I’d like to think maintaining these two blogs is a gateway to schizophrenia. Follow if you like stuff like that.
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“I just met a wonderful new man. He’s fictional but you can’t have everything.”
– Cecilia, The Purple Rose of Cairo (1985)
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Dream.
I had a dream that I wrote article after article after article. Yet I did not overwork myself. Ben Stiller was in my dream too.
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Making Popcorn in the Confused Girl Residence.
Take your bag o’ popcorn.
Go into the kitchen.
Remember you don’t own a microwave.
Get down and funky with how your grandpa made popcorn.
Let them pop in the pan.
Let them burn real good.
The preferred colour you want your popcorn is brownish black.
The size of the popcorn should be below shriveled.
Add cinnamon for taste.
My thoughts on a non-existent building.
Someone should make a colourful building in Boston. A huge one. A tall one. One with a lot of beautiful arcs. A lot of domes. Looks like candyland… Make a motherfucking Russian church, please. EDIT: so there seems to be an actual Russian church in Boston. It’s actually located at 963 South Street… Not as colourful though.
This whole week, I haven’t been feeling quite like myself. Thanks for ruining my week, wisdom teeth. You’re not as wise as they say.
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'The Artist'
I won’t leave a huge review, just so spoilers do not slip away. I’ll keep it short. I laughed to the most impolite extent, and laughed again when recalling the parts of the movie afterwards. I cried, and the reasons of crying were both sadness and joy. I did not fall asleep, as many assume when watching an hour and forty-five minute movie that is silent. Of course, I did not just...
Is there a bad accent that is for people who speak...
Anonymous asked: that photo tagged with syria, what does it say?
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THE QUIET LIFE.
I would not mind living such a quiet life. A life filled of indoor adventures such as certain artificial belgian furs that layer my floors. The quiet life would allow me to look at all of the human errors of the belgian flowers and it’s beauty, as it dives, deeper and deeper onto the reds and the blacks and the golds. The quiet life would allow my white walls swallow the sun inside and the...
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Visualizing Palestine →
Intersection of communication, social sciences, technology, design and urban studies for social justice on Palestine.
Ordering pizza.
Me: *orders pizza* Pizza Provider: Will that be all? Me: Did you clean your oven? The last time I had your pizza, all I tasted was burnt charcoal and pepper. Pizza Provider: wut.
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Dream.
I had a dream last night of fighting my way for lemon flavored bread. It was a very big line in what seemed to be your regular super market. I got the last loaf and I took a bite out of it. Let me just say, I never ate anything in a dream. But I know my cat does because he starts licking nothing and chewing on nothing while he sleeps. So I believe I looked like that when I was chewing on my lemon...
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Vulnerable Illusions.
I’m at the vulnerable end, Or so I believe. I do believe everything is so lonely on my side, But I know when I turn around, there will be the arms I could name.
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AP | Thousands turnout for Morocco anniversary... →
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Before the Viking Funeral.
I held his hand; he held mine. We held on, until he could not anymore. It is so funny, That when eyes close, the hand opens.
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“This morning, with her, having coffee.”
– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise. (via erikangstrom)