February 2012
19 posts
fighting social injustices are hard when e v e r y t h i n g around you is fucked with a captial F.
what did i get myself into? feeling overwhelmingly troubled.
Anonymous asked: My bad. If you knew me (which you do, though not well enough, I guess) you'd know it was tongue-in-cheek. Anyway, here's a question (still tongue-in-cheek): what kind of questions would you like people to ask you? Also, am I allowed multiple questions, say, three? If yes, then: Do you like long walks on the beach? I know RVA has no beaches, but there's a few rivers and Islands, and...
Anonymous asked: OMGAH, U SO GAWJUS. *doesn't ask anything*
Sweet romantic memories will get your creative juices flowing.
-That is what my horoscope read this morning. What the what?
Anonymous asked: Hey Eva - stumbled across your tumblr today. I like it. This post stuck out: “ Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape." Bell Hooks and Audre Lorde are some of my favorite writers. It was a pleasure to meet you on Friday at the potluck. - graham
January 2012
31 posts
the realest thing i have read today.
The isolation of every human soul and the necessity of self-dependence must give each individual the right to choose his own surroundings. The strongest reason for giving woman all the opportunities for higher education, for the full development of her faculties, her forces of mind and body; for giving her the most enlarged freedom of thought and action; a complete emancipation from all forms of...
The beryl shades of loneliness are something to splash about in, to drink, to become addicted to. I existed as nothing more than a shadow who’d bare and gnash teeth at the onset of nightfall. My broken body would lay alone for hours with limbs furled like that of a spider’s soulless skeleton. I was empty and unable see my heart spluttering and sighing through the skin pulled taught over my chest....
i wish
that i could banish you from my dreams at night but it’s the only time that i am able to see you these days, touch you, laugh at your funny faces, hold your hand. i am tired of waking up with the sinking feeling of knowing that your existence in my life is no longer and that text you sent me last night asking to hang out was something that i created.
“your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as...”
– Cummings (via lukut)
back to school, i feel like i’m 5 again on my way to kindergarden. this semester will be fantastic, i know it.
ps- hey, happy birthday. i’ll be thinking of you all day today and hope you’re enjoying every minute of your special day. wish i could be with you and shower you with one million kisses (if i could). i love you i love you i love you. don’t forget it.
i have never
been so thankful for good friends. they force-feed me when i can’t stomach even water.
the sinking feeling in your stomach when you know you have hurt someone so badly. i want to die so badly right now. fuck this hurts.
Anonymous asked: you're like amazingly pretty.
Watchoh my god
“The harder I tried to assimilate, the more I had the feeling that I was...”
– Persepolis II: The Story of A Return, By Marjane Satrapi (via a-room-owned-by-kiana)
“My perfect date night? I pick you up in my Kia Sorento. You get in. There’s...”
– Aziz Ansari (via ethereally)
