today i entered the phrase 'wait they don't love you like i love you' into the academic search engine jstor. first returned result: Obstacles to Condom Use among Secondary School Students in Maputo City, Mozambique.

for the past hour i've been listening to the song to which i think i lost my virginity, and which acted as a soundtrack for the bitter, bitter end of the longest relationship i've had thus far. the end reprising the fear that existed in the beginning. i haven't looked forward to winter breaks, to having to revisit the site of something completely ( Read more... )

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i guess, ever since i found out that people escaped under the covers in an act of intimacy at age 5, i have never really slept alone. i always went to bed with some figment of a boy beside me--at that time, they were boys i had glimpsed on the barney show. the years passed and barney began to give way to real life, to candy-colored flickering ( Read more... )

it's the same story every summer. i huddle all of my belongings into two suitcases. i scrub the grime off my floors and mirror. i straighten up my pillows one last time. and i leave for another year of college ( Read more... )

excerpted from a comment thread on the youtube music video for maps:

"i never heard this song until i played rockband. It's awesome."

this makes me want to cry for so many reasons. peace love and gen x kurt cobain forever.