Pink champagne cupcakes with pink champagne Italian Meringue buttercream, for the galz.
Mad To Be Saved
It used to be
A laughing beach,
And now, the waves
Won’t whisper.
So, yes, I’ve been having all sorts of semi-obsessive fun with my roommate’s random post button, but this poem is just… so good. I’ve always felt that if a picture is worth a thousand words, a poem can say as much in a fraction of the space. These 13 words basically summarize the last three years of my life.
I hope you know you’re awesome, Roommate.
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This is one of my favourite Chopin compositions. I love all his waltzes, even though I’m a little bit partial to nocturnes. My favourite composition is a Concerto in D major that I can’t find on my computer right now.
This one has a lot more movement than what I usually like, but that’s what I love about it.
I hate when people ask what a book is about. People who read for plot, people who suck out the story like the cream filling in an Oreo, should stick to comic strips and soap operas… . Every book worth a damn is about emotions and love and death and pain. It’s about words. It’s about a man dealing with life. Okay?
— J. R. Moehringer (via teachingliteracy) (via booklover)
My sentiments exactly.
(via wrapyourtroublesupindreams)
And fittingly enough, a book is about finding your own exact thoughts in someone else’s.
The main use of a tattoo is for pseudo-artsy black and white pictures.
My favourite poet is TS Eliot, and I am a whore for Prufrock and the Four Quartets and though I haven’t quite conquered The Wasteland yet, someday, I will.
My favourite poem, though, is not by Eliot, but by William Earnest Henley. I first read Invictus about five years ago. Admittedly, at thirteen, I preferred the poetry of a certain Gerard Way, but something about the stoicism and determination of this poem, juxtaposed against my teenage angst made me go back to it again and again.
To this day, I’d say I’ve quoted this poem in about 8 papers, 12 assignments, 15 places in my school magazine and every single speech I’ve given in the past year.
I like having it tattooed on my wrists, because a) people automatically assume I’m a badass and a hard-core intellectual, when in fact, I like to read poems and eat doritos and b) it reminds me that I can be a badass if I want.
#THINSPIRATION!
Just kidding.
#BASIC BIOCHEMICAL PROCESSES
An informative infographic for anyone attempting to lose weight.
Lunch
For lunch today, I’m having a fourth of a cup of peanuts (only 3 g net carbs!) and iced green tea (only because I couldn’t find the regular tea) with a splash of lemon and some splenda.
This diet is so easy to follow, because I can eat all the eggs and bacon and meat and fats I want, but sometimes, I look down at my lunch and just wonder…
Why is this self-proclaimed Fatty eating this ridiculous, fashionable food?
Other people find drunk pictures on their computer from nights they don’t remember. I found this, oddly enough. I haven’t studied… whatever this is (biology? Antigens are biology, right? But this looks too straight and rigid to be a living thing. Chemistry?) since the 10th grade, and I’ve reformatted several times since then.
Baffling.
Yesterday, I watched a silly chick flick, and it suddenly dawned on me that I wanted my life to be a little more like one, or at least, a little less like a porno.
I still love taking photos of food, though. My meringue was still a little grainy, but I do like the picture.
