February 2012
27 posts
“The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to...”
– Joan Didion (via jamieiscaute)
Last one for the night, I promise.
I really enjoy unfortunate events. Unexpected situations are what makes life great. Obviously I don’t mean tragedies, because tragedies are that for a reason, but little mishaps that bring people together are so rare and so great, and it surprises me that most people don’t see the beauty in them. Hell, I practically try to make them happen, and I...
I think people are a lot better at hiding themselves and their emotions than others expect. I’m not saying people can’t be accurately read—they can—but only if they don’t actively care that they’re being read. We watch movies and TV shows where everyone’s emotions are written on their face plain as day to see, and so we think that everyone is going to be...
You know how some people compulsively buy shoes or hats or like nail polishes or whatever?
I buy notebooks. Right now I have six; eight if you count the tiny ones I bought to write down my homework in, which I do because I already had an assignment book that I just didn’t like enough. Only four of these are actually in use, and two more used to be but are unfinished. I can’t help but...
Thoughts of the day 2/25/2012
1. I always make friends with people I really like, obviously. People I think are good, and fascinating, and special. And the result of this is that I usually end up fearing that I’m not as special to them as they are to me. Because all of my friends, when I think about it, hold some kind of special place in my heart and I cherish them, and what if to them I’m just another person to...
Tonight I waited online outside of a liquor store (because they only allow a few people in at a time) in my sweats while everyone around me was dressed for a night out; I then had to show them my ID in order to get in.
I bought a Magnum ice cream bar, and I was 20 cents short.
It’s nice to know that old Idan is still buried in there somewhere, even after making new friends with completely...
I love my friends.
There’s not a lot I wouldn’t do for them.
More to follow.
“Why are you sad?”
“Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with...”
– Anna Karina, Pierrot Le Fou (via vanityem) anna karina anna karina anna karina (via navvire)
My entire ceramics project that I’ve been working on just crumbled in my hands, and I’m going to cry.
Constant as the northern star.: It’s hard for me... →
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It’s hard for me to write when I’m happy. I mentioned this earlier this week on a post that belonged in a personal diary and not on a blog, but it’s true. When I’m sad, I’ll do anything to drain myself of sadness. I drink gallons of tea in hope of washing it away. I listen to hours of Sufjan…
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You know you go to rich people school when more of...
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“A man who remains consistent his whole life must be an idiot. A growing person...”
– Osho (via nirvikalpa)
