December 2010
55 posts
Interesting Discussion of Non-Monogamy →
And so begins the journey to discover how many tumblrs about trees and forests I can follow.
The most female orgasms per hour on record is a...
…that sounds…intense.
Try to capture a moment.
A silent night.
A holy night?
..Sure, in a way.
I can see the flakes.
No, really see the flakes.
Each six-pointed star sparkles.
It tugs at my soul.
Wood smoke catches the breeze and swells in my nose.
I sense it here.
A feeling, a goal.
This solitude in density
I’ll have and I’ll hold.
I’m learning very quickly that people won’t accept compliments unless they believe they’re true themselves.
Chocolate and orange has to be one of the greatest combinations ever created.
OM NOM NOM COOKIESSSSS
My uncle told me that his wife’s mother thinks that people die whenever they have learned what they are supposed to from life. Therefore the people who live the longest had the most to learn. The people who didn’t live very long at all learned what they needed to learn more quickly than everyone else.
I like this idea.
Tu me manques.
The French are so damned egotistical.
And this is RAD. →
Thank you. →
I’m so bad with things like graduations and goodbyes. I get all sentimental all of a sudden and teary and BLAH. All these emotions just swell through me. In our lives we must say goodbye so much, and saying goodbye is such a risky thing. Will we ever see a person again? Will we even try to? Where will our lives lead? To more intersetions with the person? Along the same road as a person? To...
I just read about a lunar eclipse that is happening over the winter solstice. Instead of getting excited and trying to figure out how I can see it, my first thought was, “oh, those happen all the time.”
WTF, Nicole?!
And Ithaca gives us a final sunset. A good way to end the semester.
Flying by the seat of my pantsssssss
I’m in the middle of revising a personal essay for my creative writing class. I’m trying to inject more “scenes” into it—more immediate snapshots of the events that occurred as I tell them. Unfortunately, I don’t remember the events that occurred in most cases as snapshots. I just remember the feelings around them. I find myself manipulating the things I do...
I would like to sit in a gigantic pile of warm (dry) laundry.
I hate this snow. It’s a cock tease.
– Leah
College would be wonderful if I could take at least one class a semester just for fun, no grade attached. Sometimes I just want to LEARN. And I don’t need a grade to do that, but sometimes the risk of receiving a grade deters me from taking a class. I’d like to be rewarded for wanting to learn and think. THAT is what college should be about.
Is home someplace we find or someplace we build? Or are they even mutually exclusive?
Dear cold,
I’d like my head back please.
Thanks,
Nicole
I truly give a fuck about an oxford comma.
I think perhaps I apologize too much. “Oh, I’m sorry Person Who’s Trying to Cut Me In the Breakfast Line for preventing you from cutting me!” “I’m sorry you bumped into me.” “I’m sorry that I asserted myself.” For example.
Women in general apologize a significant amount more than men. Supposedly it’s a way of keeping the peace. In...
Wanted: A wood fire. Thick blankets. Cushy chair. Snow outside. Bookcases. A mug of tea. A good book.
Zoomable Sagittarius →
fuckyeahtheuniverse:
Wow. Just wow.
Mind blown.
They’re so awesome! They go together and it’s like magic. It’s...
– Leah, discussing her favorite bromance