my friend laura’s in the student lounge of the library right now eating her lunch by herself. no homework in front of her, no friends, just her and her sandwich and her apple and her can of diet dr. pepper and her window to look out of.
HAHAHAHA
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There wasn’t a particular night when we finally broke up, just as there wasn’t a particular night when we began going together, but it was a night in fall when I guessed that it was over. We were sitting, no longer talking or touching, and I remember thinking that I didn’t want to argue with you anymore. I didn’t want to sit like this in hurt silence; I wanted to talk excitedly all night as we once had. I wanted to find some way that wasn’t corny sounding to tell you how much fun I’d had in your company, how much knowing you had meant to me, and how I had suddenly realized that I’d been so intent on becoming lovers that I’d overlooked how close we’d been as friends. I wanted you to know that. I wanted you to like me.
“We Didn’t,” Stuart Dybek, I Sailed With Magellan.
reblog 4ever
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Adaptation
Made and submitted by Nanni Cobretti
this is fucking awesome.
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FUCK MAN
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Halló, this is Iceland.
I have heard that many humans like to look at cats on their Inter-nets, and tell their friends to look at them, too.
That is why I have put this photo-graph of Guðjón and Lordi on my Tumblr. (My friend Jóhannes took it, and you can see me in the background.)
Bless bless,
- IcelandP.S. Ó, and if you want to know more about me and my people and my animals you can also be my friend.
co-signed!
Dear Chicago,
Stop Fucking Snowing.
Love,
Nicholas
Chicago on a Bench (by Will C)
There’s not much that a run - especially one along the shore, up NU’s campus, looking out at Chicago and the sunset - can’t fix.
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