quitting my job and celebrating by getting my fibonacci sequence tattoo
I’ve never been so appreciative of a weekend in my life.
I’m hoping that god will be kind enough to kill me before the weekend is over. I don’t give a fuck if I’m being dramatic.
fuck you and your punishment.
Summertime Clothes - Animal Collective
this is today’s song. but, instead of wandering around the city with someone, enjoying frozen yogurt (I love frozen yogurt), I have to clean this house because despite that I’m never here long enough to dirty a dish, it’s still my responsibility.
today, I live vicariously through Animal Collective
fuck @chroniclesofnarina for being so cool. what a bitch
(C Ray Dancer)
I always say I wouldn’t go back, but, to be honest, there’s a pretty big part of me that misses it. I want to go, I miss it. I miss my family. I miss how loud it was and the rude people and being woken up at five every morning by the azan. I miss arguing with taxi drivers who over-charge because he thinks that, because you’re not from there, you won’t know any better, making him come down to a reasonable price and then giving him what he asked anyways because the extra ten pounds he tried to charge me is less than two usd and he could probably use it.
but more than that, I miss feeling like I have roots. despite having been born and raised here in southern California, I feel like such an outsider sometimes. and going back feels like going home.
tonight I was hanging with a friend for her birthday, and with us were a few guys so young that it made me sort of feel like a mama bear. and to be totally honest, I didn’t hate it. I can’t wait to be a mom.
if that scares you, that’s a dealbreaker.
my deep, dark secret is that for a really long time, I had this awful fear of commitment and, upon realizing it, developed a fear of my fear of commitment and was desperate to commit to anything to prove to myself that I no longer feared commitment.
and then I had a long term relationship with a gay man and now I’m a teacher.
I don’t come up here because I think the lights are pretty. I come because I love the parallel and perpendicular lines #mathteacherswag
Only through complete acceptance does one arrive at emancipation. But it is not emancipation that the great majority seeks. When pressed, most men will admit that it takes but little to be happy. (Not that they practice this wisdom!) Man craves happiness here on earth, not fulfillment, not emancipation. Are they utterly deluded, then, in seeking happiness? No, happiness is desirable, but it is a by-product, the result of a way of life, not a goal which is forever beyond one’s grasp. Happiness is achieved en route. And if it be ephemeral, as most men believe, it can also give way, not to anxiety or despair, but to a joyousness which is serene and lasting. To make happiness the goal is to kill it in advance. If one must have a goal, which is questionable, why not self-realization? The unique and healing quality in this attitude toward life is that in the process goal and seeker become one.
Henry Miller, Children of the Earth
guessing my bra size is not a good pickup line. you’re gross, go away.