February 2012
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i want to drink 500 gallons of coffee and/or sleep for two whole weeks.
i want to grow up to be a few inches taller or shorter
and to have a life which will allow for many afternoon naps
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do you want to see my prom pictures because i’m going to show you
sometimes i’m really exhausted and the only way i can not fall apart is to make boring jokes about myself
“i am the prettiest human in this room” “i have the most friends of anyone in history” “i am so perceptive and thoughtful” “my life is cool and exciting” “i am tumblr’s best kept secret”
berrrnadette asked: i'm remembering your memories
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Mark Bradford interview →
good shit y’all
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it makes me sad to see worms on pavement. i guess i still feel guilty about my childhood habit of cutting every one i found in half (to see if it’d be two worms) and this means that whenever i see one just hanging out, i feel a duty to put it in some grass or dirt. so when i was walking home from the grocery store today, that was a thing i did. i feel so much compassion for slimy fat worms;...
bodies!!
you can do so many cool things with your body. tonight i decided that i want to do impressive things with my body when i grow up and that’s all.
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divination:
did you know that i am a flowering plant
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“how one walks through the world, the endless small adjustments of balance, is affected by the shifting weights of beautiful things.”
-elaine scarry, on beauty and being just
**wrings hands at the whole world**
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my face is so soft i am like an angel or a brand new baby
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okay this is going to be very diary.
tonight i went to dinner with my old advisor and a handful of other black girls from my college and it was really good and necessary. i think that i’ve spent so much time being token lately that i forget that it’s okay to talk about my frustrations around race and black people things but that’s most of what we talked about and man it felt...
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“run a hand through your hair, like the white boys do, even though the only thing that runs easily through your hair is africa.”