i’ve had this account for 6 years lmao
"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."
— Sylvia Plath (via berlue)
(Source: introspectivepoet, via berlue)
people: so what do you want to be after college?
me: a sultry 1930s bar singer with a smoky voice, a troubled past, a dark secret, and a heart of gold, trying her luck in the big city
me: a sultry 1930s bar singer with a smoky voice, a troubled past, a dark secret, and a heart of gold, trying her luck in the big city
And I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all if only for a moment
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see
‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all.
(via serenoarubus)
I’ve been temporarily finished with classes for the last 11 days but it doesn’t feel right or real yet. From the moment I’ve returned to my not-so-far removed childhood bedroom I’ve felt restless - like I needed to do something or go somewhere or make something or I’ll explode.
Before (and during) college they warn you plenty of the penalties incurred by poor work ethic and/or a wild lifestyle. Constant reminders to clock in more hours in the library than the bar, or to go to office hours and ask for help, else you wish to be like the kid on your floor who dropped out after the first semester, or the mythical 6th year senior.
What they don’t caution heavily enough against is a slow slip into mediocrity. Because when someone hits rock bottom, there’s an opportunity to rise again. Everyone loves a good comeback story. You can’t have that character-defining recovery if you just become steadily content with barely passing grades and settlement into nearly every aspect of your life. Because that’s the path to becoming a chubby manufacturing engineer in an unhappy marriage who blows their brains out on their 33rd birthday. Nobody wants to hear about that shit. Too depressing but also too often too close to home.
I fear I’m on that path. I fear I’m making choices and missing opportunities that could make definitive impacts on who I am 10 years from now. I fear I fear too much about this and that might be part of the reason I’m in the spot I’m in. Who knows
do u ever feel like ur pulling an academic icarus flying too close to your deadlines on wings of deeply flawed time management
(Source: ginnylionheart, via negative-nostalgia)