February 2012
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Leap Day:
Being spent in bed, super sick, needing chicken noodle soup and a warm body (Volunteers?) At least it’s the most disgusting and rainy day ever. I think.
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advice from my thesis advisor
“Just work on the prose itself. Read it aloud, sentence by sentence. Buy a friend a beer and read it aloud to her or him. (You may need to buy more than one). Good luck”
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“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
Lusitania // Andrew Bird
this is just too good.
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i love you:
family
orientation family
best friends
roommates
quad boys
pete
philip larkin
pizza
alcohol
sanity
“Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets...”
– Hunter S. Thompson, who knows what Valentine’s Day is all about. (via rabdill)
Really, all I want is to hear those 3 little words...
modernism:
“I have whiskey.”
truf.
The Most Beautiful Things:
Some favorite songs of both love and heartbreak, in honor of a very single and content V-Day
Iron & Wine: Naked As We Came
Adele: Someone Like You
The Beatles: Something
Death Cab for Cutie: Transatlanticism
First Aid Kit: Ghost Town
Carla Bruni: Quelqu’un M’a Dit
Camera Obscura: Other Towns and Cities
Sharon Van Etten: Love More
Bon Iver: Flume
Jack Johnson: Angel
...
Happy Valentine’s Day, a little...
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If, My Darling
If my darling were once to decide Not to stop at my eyes, But to jump, like Alice, with floating skirt into my head, She would find no table and chairs, No mahogany claw-footed sideboards, No undisturbed embers; The tantalus would not be filled, nor the fender-seat cosy, Nor the shelves stuffed with small-printed books for the Sabbath, Nor the butler bibulous, the housemaids lazy: She would find...
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