Sherman Alexie#sherman alexie #quote #droppin wisdom on twitter all the time
Watching parents try to navigate campus buildings is the #1 joy of graduation week. Bless their hearts. The number of grandpas I have heard cursing at stairs in the last 20 minutes.
Audre Lorde (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
I made my friends Adventure Time characters with this thingy!
:3 Guess which one is meeeee#favorite friends
The truth is this:
my love for you is the only empire
I will ever build.
When it falls,
as all empires do,
my career in empire building will be over.
MINDY NETTIFEE, “This Is The Nonsense Of Love” (via howtoleavetheozarks)#MINDY
Berkeley summer! You lovely thing! Goodbye sophomore year. You treated me so very well.
Hermann Hesse (via likeafieldmouse)
I am sitting on the heart of this city
Letting it teach me how to say goodbye
Tucking myself into the folds of its hills,
And it feels like crawling into bed with someone who is grumpy in the morning but still loves the shape of your thighs.
When I try to stuff my pockets with keepsakes,
It is only because I am trying to remember the exact street corners where I met every version
Of the self I am trying to become.
Who let Joe Trohman have a Vine#your spaz level is at a zillion and i need it at like nine #wow just kidding please never change
Yesterday I was watching an episode of CSI
and the girl who was murdered looked just
like you—long brown hair, collarbones, big
eyes that closed when she kissed this boy
in the flashback scene. I talked to you about
flowers as the dead girl’s body bag was zipped
by the medical examiner, and I wondered
how each informed the other, or if my mother
would’ve been happy to learn that the girl
drowned in the trunk of the car because a man
pushed it in this lake, that the girl tried so hard
to get out her fingernails ripped off. Once
at the circus when I was nine, they brought
out the lion tamer and I think I remember
a small part of me, somewhere around my
sternum, wanted her to get mauled, ripped
apart. If you asked me now what I dream
about every time I’m drunk, I would tell you,
The opposite of restlessness and the start
of wonder, that moment when the lions under
my skin fight and claw and gnash their way
out, and my blood makes waves, flowers,
stars. I wonder if the murdered girl who looks
like you felt that just before she died, and one
of the clues in the case was monarch butterflies
so my guess is yes, her heart leapt from her
body in peace as her pulse gave out. I want
to ask you if you know what I mean, if you’ve
felt this freedom, if the world has stopped
humming through your cells. You laugh
instead and tell me of planets and sunflowers,
and the girl’s killer is shot through the stomach
by her father. He’s only paralyzed, and this
makes me cry. You take an eyelash from me
so I’ll calm down and tell me to wish instead,
and I do, into pretend constellations that look
nothing like lions or butterflies or corpses at all.
I don’t say it aloud because I want it to come true.