day upon day: all I do is bitch about the wonders I’ve ruined, the choices you’ve made, my heart trying to escape and collapse in on itself in the middle of the bit. yet…? whenever I repeat myself this virus inside my head grows stronger and stronger. helpless, imagining my own insane world is shared. not sadness ...
where is all the hope
Something Legendary: Hanko de Mayo →
somethinglegendary: aka Gena’s birthday Happy birthday, Gena, you don’t read this, I miss you, nobody cares lol
tell me all you know about orgo. (I don’t know man it’s been so long and I can only try to remember and cry in anticipation).
The more I listen, the more I disappoint. Whispers in the dark. I forgot how to do this and it’s not coming back. The cover of the book I’ll write will be lined with red felt.
t mobile just straight up makes me sad
Do I do these things out of boredom, or out of self-loathing? Am I descending into madness, or am I descending out of it? Does the disappointment come from having done too much bad or not enough good? Mao TV is not obsession or consumption. It is stagnation, powerlessness, not being able to get into my own head.
do i dare disturb the universe?: ellesare: here is... →
ellesare: here is a story my coworker applied to law school this year & was accepted to several top 5 programs (without significant aid offers). she wasn’t sure whether she should go to one of those top programs & take out 250k in debt or someplace less prestigious on a full scholarship…. lol indentured servitude
#99 red balloons may be the most important song #orders to identify to clarify and classify #informed sources: #kept safe; #the book changes as you read it #the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy hedgehog #the book is a secret to none: #but like Mao TV, it is a relic of a generation that never existed #the miasma of quotes tires me out
arrow pushing is 1. an actual term and 2. infinitely sad
loves his job feels dead when he should feel alive
sometimes I just sit there and think about how awesome I am
you are, even at best of times, a cloud on my beautiful summer day, &rain on my parade.
I feel stigmatized i.e. horrifically violated by flowers and plant biology in general
earthquake in Sichaun, China, kills 100
sandramatically: r u literally kidding me rn Sandra, you gotta realize “Natural disaster kills hundreds in China” is not really news is it It happens literally all the time China lies on a ton of continental faults and has terrible adherence to building codes Hell, there was another earthquake in Sichuan just five years ago
and if they drink it’s better if they drink to happiness rather than from sadness
kazuos: there are so many scary things happening in the world lately no matter where you are, please stay safe no more than usual everything is amazing, in all
intermission @nd now…
god damn every “yesterday.” can I justify all the harm by saying, simply, I am disappointed? Yes, I can, infinitely. The only portions of my life wot are real are too much like intoxication: riding, all windows fogged up and who can say what’s outside. this is the smell of sun and rain on hot pavement and nitrile gloves and no single happy premonition or fortunate...
The Dodgems. →
go to sleep please if you are waiting for an explanation, you will be disappointed here the explanations stop and that’s it, nothing more to find out, only self satisfaction yet gnawing misery I enter my room. there is a familiar smell of decay. I see myself through the prism of Mao TV.
I am distraught by any number of things: Muzak XM, the inevitable doom of Dow Chemical, and the memory of you. Five trillion stars burning in the sky reminding me of every damn last bit lost to entropy. S = k ln Ω. Never- ending tomorrows are the second sign of impending darkness. Of the unbearable and unstoppable passage of time. Please tell me all you remember about: a. Mao TV b. The...
Every person struck by lightening dies.
Everything is falling down around me: ughI’m so... →
sandramatically: ugh I’m so worried that perhaps math and science isn’t my calling perhaps that’s why UChicago is the place for me. I’m so uncertain of whether or not I truly love math and science and if I could do it for the rest of my life. Maybe if I got a job in Biomedical Engineering, I would make enough… What’s wrong with this? Literally everything (You think you want to...
To Prufrock: Your travel guides will be of no use here. Like every God damn last bit lost to entropy.
twentieth profoundly unhappy suburb of Belgrade so I say: a fevered dream of blind axolotl faces
Posting in Chemistry
sandramatically: I thought I had you, at least. Why is it so easy to be hypocritical? Why is the heart so fickle indeed? I thought I could rely on you. You made me feel better about going to UT. And now you’re going to pay twice as much for a terribly difficult education. I don’t blame you, but I can’t say I support you either. I hope you have fun at Rice. Good luck trying to be one of the...
we don’t grow older we just grow tired
Everything is falling down around me: A Brief... →
sandramatically: A Brief Version of Time By Alan Lightman Published: February 08, 1993 Suppose that people live forever. Strangely, the population of each city splits in two: the Laters and the Nows. The Laters reason that there is no hurry to begin their classes at the university, to learn a second language,… >Reproduction still continues >Critical mass of young people, a...
I'm a Kwithikat!: I discovered some fascinating... →
kwithikat: I discovered some fascinating things today; -I like molecular biology quite a bit. -There is nothing in Waco. -I am a hopeful pessimist, apparently. -Seriously, there’s nothing in Waco. -The campus is literally the most interesting thing there. -Splitting an adult sized meal at Carino’s is… baylor uni eats dicks molecular bio is stupid, do orgo
There is no panacea. We will both die alone, even if together. The rest, as the man said, is silence.
I am distraught by any number of things: Muzak XM, the inevitable doom of Dow Chemical, and the memory of you.
You disappoint me infinitely. I disappoint myself infinitely. What a curious coincidence!
From a Reader For Those Who Live in Cities (8)
Give up your dream that they will make An exception in your case. What your mothers told you Binds no one. Keep your contracts in your pockets They will not be honoured here. Give up your hopes that you are all destined To finish up Chairman. Get on with your work. You will need to pull yourselves together If you are to be tolerated in the kitchen. You still have to learn the ABC. The ABC says:...
keep running infinite cities of london a hellish aurora borealis in each eye (your brain chugs away like a piston: suck squeeze bang blow.)
>bioshock infinite >christ I’m mad
cardsofwind asked: I'd say the steam comment bothered me more because the original post specifically designated Celsius, not Kelvin. Although the two systems are functionally the same, the numerical values are a construct. States of matter are more empirical.
cardsofwind: brigwife: why celsius/centigrade is better than fahrenehenheit easier to spell all water below 0 is ice. easy and logical all water above 100 is steam. easy and logical if it’s 1 degree outside one day and 10 degrees the next you can literally say it’s 10x warmer and you aren’t even exaggerating why farhenininheniehenhet is better than centigrate/celsius it isn’t Steam is...
lose myself unstoppably, infinitely sometimes. the phrase repeating “damn it, damn it” alone - it works no miracles, makes no point, grates on the mind, does no wonders. so I ask you: how does it feel to lose awareness, completely? yet another sensory deprivation chamber, courtesy of… whatever.