This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
A man can break every commandment
and the world still will lend him a hand
Yet, a girl that has loved, but un-wisely
is an outcast all over the land
Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)- Nico Vega
Seasons came and changed the time
Bonnie and Clyde’s car after they were killed in 1934.
"Bang, bang he shot me down.
Bang, bang I hit the ground.
Bang, bang That awful sound.
Bang, bang my baby shot me down.”-Nico vega.
Bonnie & Clyde 2013
whoops, it’s been a while…
Love is just a game to people. But eventually the game has to end and someone wins.
How much of the day are you aware -– just basically aware of what life is presenting -– rather than being lost in waking sleep, in being identified with whatever you’re doing, almost as if you didn’t exist? To what extent do you blindly drift from one form of comfort to another, from one daydream or fantasy to another, from one secure place to another, in order to avoid the anxious quiver of discomfort or insecurity? …instead of devoting your energy to living a genuine life?
The most beautiful scene out of the entire series.
This scene. THIS SCENE.
Sleeping next to someone, not with someone, is perhaps the most intimate you will ever be with another human. In sleep, we are completely defenseless. We are soft and supple and childlike. Our hard exteriors falls away when the sand hits our eyes. The way you sleep, with your face softened and your arms wrapped around my waist, is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I am not an artist, but I may become one just so that I can capture that moment.
me later tonight.
This is me fifi when I attempt to run, fife. Totes envious of your drive.
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