March 2012
60 posts
2 tags
You know you’re a recovering Wicked hipster when you watch reruns of Sabrina just to see JLG. And become unable to differentiate between Libby and Nessa. Because they are kinda the same. Except not. But JLG tho.
5 tags
I remember the white scar, hardly noticeable, just under her hairline. I’d always forget what it was from, a childhood injury of some sort, though the details never stuck with me. My fingertips danced over it when we were in bed, the smooth, plain skin just barely detectible to the touch. It made her smile in her sleep. My finger sinks deeper into the ashes. I wonder if the atoms of that scar are...
Dear tumblr, I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you lately.
I got a kobo ereader and it’s changed my life. Well, not really, but I have been reading instead of internetting lately. But that’s beside the point. Because I just wanted to share with you, my dear, dear friends, that I have, as of today, been accepted into the grad school of my choice.
And I can’t stop...
3 tags
5 tags
10 tags
2 tags
It’s not that I’ve moved on.
I’ve simply given up on ever being happy.
Wow, I just got my first post-engagement-break-up-date. This is bizarre.
Downsides: not really my type, also we met in women’s studies class
Plus side: Russian. Also my friends can stop making jokes about me only being able to get a date if I went to prison.
4 tags
5 tags
Found out Next to Normal is coming to Theatre Calgary in September.
Don’t know how I feel about this.
Yay N2N, although local actors may butcher the hell out of it. Also, I’ve only ever seen it with one person and thus it could be a potential trigger, as seemingly everything about this person is.
But my Newfie has offered to go with me. And maybe I won’t even be living in...
4 tags
5 tags
5 tags
Sally finds out who killed Frank →
So obviously it wasn’t Sally, then. I figured as much.
Why does everyone in the comments think it’s Frank’s mum tho? There’s so much Oedipal ridiculousness in that relationship that I can’t see it.
My bet is on zombie!John Stape.
2 tags
3 tags
4 tags
2 tags
3 tags
3 tags
3 tags
3 tags
3 tags
4 tags
4 tags
4 tags
2 tags
1 tag
3 tags
4 tags
1 tag
2 tags
2 tags
katiefuckingfitch-:
I wish I could discover half of the happiness that women in commercials find when they’re eating yogurt.
6 tags
3 tags
2 tags
4 tags
4 tags
6 tags
2 tags
5 tags
4 tags
teacher: what unit of measurement-
me: in daylights
teacher: thats not-
me: in sunsets
me: in midnights
teacher: you cant-
me: in cups of coffee
teacher: thats impossi-
me: in inches
teacher: yes! thats what i-
me: in miles
teacher: but you just-
me: in laughter
me: in strife
teacher: *opens mouth*-
me: in five hundred-twenty five thousand-six hundred minutes
teacher: well in this case you dont measure in ti-
me: how about looooooooooooooooove
teacher: i give up
me: measure in looooooooooove
teacher: out
me: seasons of loooooooooooooooove (attempt to harmonize with myself)
4 tags
4 tags
2 tags
