Not feeling like myself today. Time to get on a train.
People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a...– Charles Bukowski (via mynameiselly)
Must see St. Vincent on May 11th.
I think 50% of my posts are related to me laying in bed with cats. But that’s about 50% of my life anyway. DON’T CURR.
I'm a food scientist.
Meaning? I make the strangest concoctions of food and they miraculously taste good sometimes. (brown & red rice, black barley, Toscano cheese, and salsa verde.) What.
Designin' Shit- Come see it in action. →
The Death of Gaia Divine
She had an overwhelming desire to tell him, like the most banal of women. Don’t...– Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being)
So many stories to tell, but no one to listen. Perhaps secrets are acceptable to keep. Though I never would have said that before. I surprise myself everyday. There is a certain desperation involved that I can’t fully articulate. On Saturday I stood in my room staring at myself and audibly asked myself, “What are you doing?” And then I left.
Planning European adventures. Probably getting to London a month before the term begins (Early September). Too excited for words. More nerdy overzealousness to follow in the coming months. Beware.
The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts...– Charles Bukowski (via monkeyism)