My genuine laugh is either really loud and obnoxious or non existent, so I look like I’m going into convulsions because I forgot how to breathe, but I really just think something is funny, okay?
dad just said “there should be a netflix for books”
five minutes later he shouted “THE LIBRARY”
Whenever someone corrects my grammar or spelling (which does NOT happen often), I say “it’s called poetic license” and then I kick them in the face.
Also, I had to turn off my phone because my “friend” keeps drunk texting me.
The introduction of my poetry paper discusses tortured artists, the link between “crazy” and creativity, and society’s fascination with them.
I feel the need to turn on some Nirvana.
Some people fall in love with physical traits: flawless skin, white teeth, long hair, a skinny body, and a beautiful face. I, on the other hand, fall in love with how people see the world. I think there is nothing that separates a person more than their outlook on life. I could listen for hours about how someone navigates through life or describes the world through their eyes. That is what I fall in love with.
Sometimes when I’m writing a paper I imagine I’m in a movie with “eye of the tiger” playing in the background and when it prints I throw my fists in the air and dance around in a circle.
After WEEKS of research, I think I finally have a thesis for my poetry paper
I am going to make grad school my bitch