inevitably eager

i'm cora. i want to do something good in this beautiful world full of terrible things. my life consists of, but is not limited to, unitarian universalism, harry potter, AP classes, and doctor who. .................................................................... "If I lay here, If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?"-chasing cars (snow patrol)

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the only lyrics to an almost three minute long song

Because the world is round it turns me on
Because the world is round
Because the wind is high it blows my mind
Because the wind is high
Love is old, love is new
Love is all, love is you
Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry
Because the sky is blue

We only live once.

-Jack Kerouac, in On the Road.

everyone, this is the original yolo. that is all.

day after prom

facebook: mary smith and five hundred bajillion other friends changed their profile pictures

i get good grades, stay fit, and try to be happy because your mind, body, and soul are about the only things you can control in this god damn world

this painting is hanging up in one of the many props/costumes/miscellaneous-set-pieces rooms of my school’s drama department’s building. i’m pretty sure i had seen it before, but didn’t really take much notice of it. and then one day i walked through that room with one of my friends and she saw it for the first time and she was so excited and she said, “that’s my favorite painting!” and so naturally i asked her why it was her favorite painting and she explained because it’s just so happy— that these two people are just dancing while everyone else is all caught up in the rain. i think it’s really neat that she had a favorite painting. i’ve never had a favorite painting. but now every time i see this one i like it more and more and it does make me happy so maybe this will also be my favorite painting.

the violent femmes are quite weird.

but i quite like this song.

# american music

# the violent femmes

We all suffer alone in the real world. True empathy’s impossible. But if a piece of fiction can alow us imaginatively to identify with a character’s pain, we might then also more easily conceive of others identifying with their own. This is nourishing, redemptive; we become less alone inside. It might just be that simple.

David Foster Wallace (via pavorst)

↵ Originally from pavorst

↵ Reblogged from how-novelistic

# david foster wallace

# bless him

alas

i am physically and emotionally (and spiritually?) incapable of starting work before 9:00pm at the earliest

i got bored of being online and avoiding homework, so i started making lists.

making lists is something i’m good at, and take pleasure in.

so now i present a list of lists i made:

a grocery list
a list of my to-do’s before school’s out
a list of my to-do’s before school starts in the fall
a list of books i’ve read this year
a list of books i want to read this year
a list of places i want to go
a bucket list
a list of things i want to do for my kids
a list of possible senior quotes
and now i have a list of the lists i made

Prom

csccosecant:

A fiction

I was all dressed up
With stiff hair
And lots of makeup
And nail polish that matched my shoes
And a dress that was a lot prettier than me.

And when my date saw me, he smiled
And whispered something in my ear.

“I know I’m supposed to say you look beautiful”
(he said)
“And you need to act like that’s what I’m saying
But you don’t
You look like an ugly, vile, disgusting bitch
As always.”

And then we took pictures
And got in a limo
And the vodka erased all my feelings

And I danced
And danced
A vile, disgusting bitch
And that was my prom.

connor i really, really like this

↵ Reblogged from csccosecant

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what just happened

(Source: mikedaoo)

↵ Originally from mikedaoo

↵ Reblogged from toocooltobehipster

so like

if someone tattooed a whole bunch of math equations on his or her arm, what would happen on the day of a test? would the teacher make him or her wear a long sleeve shirt or what

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