Friday, October 29
She had dreams, so many that they clustered her vision with possibilities. Things this world could not give her. Things she would have to seek out and hunt down. But she believed in these dreams, more than anything, she could see their happening. She had ideas too. So many of them, about life, and about people. Most of them crazy, but they were hers. And she was fearless.
Thursday, October 28
As i sit in class trying desperately to focus on what the professor is saying about modernism and a poem with a red wheelbarrow, I am distracted, so abruptly, by the zip off pants that are shamefully mocking any respect we hold for him with their presence. And I can no longer hear what he is saying but rather the dialogue he must have had with himself while purchasing them about how magnificant the idea is. two in one. Short AND pants. and how wonderfully professional they will look wth his blazer.
Thursday, October 7
So I can't seem to write anything but papers for class these days. That and captions.
photo cred. we heart it