three boys have told me they loved me in the past week and a half. what. the. fuck.

Oh God he just told me he loved me. Now what am I going to do?

[This is after the conversation about how upset he was that I want to study abroad my junior year bc it would seperate us and the conversation about how not ok he is with my being friends with John. What the hell am I getting myself into?)

So William and I are dating now. It's absurd. He makes me really silly romantic love CDs and our first kiss was after a bottle of nice red wine (I think? It might've been the cheap white I always made him drink) and he brings me chocolates and flowers and we lay in bed all morning kissing and being unproductive. I was kind of worried that once we ( Read more... )

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lately the birds have been waking up before i go to bed. granted, birds wake up really, really early ( Read more... )

it's nice to be using my sketchbook again. i've felt really, really guilty about abandoning it. so much of it is so shitty... which is to expected, of course, but it's really just kind of amusing more than anything else. i'm going to try to get back into things and be more productive-- i brought some of my artwork that i like back to school and ( Read more... )

i think it was a lie when i said i wasn't much of one for cryptic lj one-liners.
because

“Even though I haven’t seen you in years, yours is the funeral I’d fly to from anywhere.”

sorry. but obviously thing still exists for my benefit more than anyone else's.

i feel like a ghost.

"It was not until years afterward that i came upon Tolstoy's phrase "the snare of preparation" which he insists we spread before the feet of young people, hopelessly entangling them in a curious inactivity at the very period of life when they are longing to construct the world anew and to conform it to their own ideals ( Read more... )

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