Work never ends. Internship after class, paper after internship. Days backed up like the cars on the freeway.
“Love is not enough; intelligence is not enough; powerful strength is not enough. You may put everything on one side of the scale, but if you are missing gratitude, you shall lose. ” (Yogi Bhajan)
This week I have my beautiful new galaxy to thank.
I am also very glad that I am finally getting used to my supervisor’s asshole remarks . I swear I’m getting stronger each week.
Thankful for the new jams on my car stereo. Rush hour karaoke is a must.
My cute new headband be gettin all the compliments. One good thing about a short hairstyle is that you can never go wrong with a head band.
More good things to come this weekend. Thank god that my summer classes are almost to an end. Can’t wait to get it over with !
me at 13: “i’m really mature for my age though”
me at 20: i was a fucking idiot
also me at 20: i’m still a fucking idiot
Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest