Baby, I have no idea how this will end.
Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the Earth’s hips
And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary.
Or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity
Combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills
Will leave us like a love letter
In a landfill.
Whenever this ends I want you to know
That right now
I love you forever.
Jenny Holzer, My arrogance knows no bounds and I will make no peace today, and you should be so lucky to find a woman like me
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freaking out over this fly i’ve been trying to kill for two hours that keeps flying around my head and landing on my computer screen
it’s perched above the box i’m typing in rn and i can watch it doing its little hand motions and cleaning its head or some shit i want it dead dead dead
i could swear it’s teasing me on purpose. i can’t focus on anything else.
"Mankind’s self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order."
There’s peace and excitement in knowing what comes next.
I register for my last full semester of college on October 27, 2014 at 2:20 pm.
I put my potential schedule in my calendar just now. I will contact this professor and that one. I will go meet my advisors and fill out my graduation application. I will finish that internship. I will register and finalize and then I’ll have no excitement left. If I take that summer class or two I will have access to university resources, libraries and Lynda and Adobe, for an extra three months. I could learn more but maybe not. There’s no professors who know advanced web design in the WRTC department so I probably will graduate without knowing, too. I can take 10, 13 or 16 credits in the spring. I could sit in class or relax and go at my own pace. I could push myself towards academics or ease into professionalism.
Job searches are my new excitement, but certainly not my new peace.