you know what song I’m obsessed with?
no because telepathy hasn’t been developed
wildest dreams by taylor swift
so wistful and airy and summery!
or ideally summer, as if it isn’t the hot hell it actually is
DEAR
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Michelle: self-contradictory, likes funny stuff, internally dramatic, college student. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
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I accidentally remembered my password for this account. Hi.
Just here to collect photos of long bobs for a much-needed haircut. Don’t mind me~
sometimes I think I could be vaguely attractive
and sometimes I ask who I’m trying to fool here
god damn
when people refer to a stretcher as a gurney
it makes me think of death and morgues
the opposite of what a stretcher is hopefully for
I put this face mask on
the container says to leave it on for 2 hours
sounds really long to me
now it’s more than 2 hours later
I don’t want to bother with removing it
I’ll just sleep with it on
wearing makeup
because I am a year older today
I don’t think it even looks different
I am such a makeup artist I mean it looks so ~natural~
UNIVERSE IS TRYING TO SAY SOMETHING
I was just listening to Zach Sobiech’s song Clouds again. It’s a nice song, but I can’t hear it without crying.
Then I hear someone ring the doorbell and then knock on the door. There were two women I assume are from a church–she pointed to some quote about death in her Bible and said it means the dead have nothing to fear. Then she gave me a pamphlet about hellfire or something. I said I’d be out of the country until school starts to avoid giving her my email.
I don’t know what exactly the universe is trying to say. I don’t cry about death because I think dead people suffer. I think when you are dead, you are basically very organized dirt.
Maybe there is no connection and I am slightly crazy. Also, I am never opening the door again. I thought there was a package I had to sign for.
how do people have cool blogs
ones that make them sound all mysterious and artistic
mine makes me out to be a hypochondriac whose world consists of very small things
like whether I did laundry or something equally boring
you know you do a lot
when sitting with your legs crossed
makes your hamstrings burn
and when you stand up they ache
and the other blog requires
full sentences
which I do not always feel like
I made this rule I dunno
it’s tradition or some shit ok I can’t just get rid of it
yknow
this is actually a pretty badass blog
I haven’t looked in a long while
so yeah I am keeping this thing
just need to find a purpose
how about
non-crisial thoughts
Mrgh
Sorry I have been gone for an eternity. In truth, I have been elsewhere. I have…another blog.
http://whatmatterofminutes.tumblr.com
It’s about my various internal crises and whatever else I can think of. I don’t reblog anything, which is kind of great and is kind of a rule I regret sometimes.
one thing about studying biology and anthropology
is that you realize
actually
life is about sex
“biological clock” or whatever
62 year old albatross can still have kids
what’s wrong with humans????
I have a go-to pet peeve now
people who do shitty british accents
and insist on speaking with them for
way
too
long
my gut is trying to get me in trouble
today in one of my large lecture classes
it was so loud that the girl in the row in front of me turned around
of course I stared at the professor while that happened no admission
then after I ate lunch
it sounded like a wolf howling
it just did it again
why does my gut make noise before and after I feed it
this disincentivizes me