January 2011
77 posts
Watch“If I give you a pfennig, you will be one pfennig richer and I’ll be one pfennig poorer. But if I give you an idea, you will have a new idea, but I shall still have it, too.” -Albert Einstein
novel rewriting
Then, it was morning. She awoke with an empty mind, but the lingering hint of despondency reminded her just as the unfamiliar walls did that she was alone. Alex had thought she had known what loneliness was. Not so. She was only beginning to find out.
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Oh my goodness, poor Alex! I’m being so mean to her u_u
That awkward moment when you ask for sons, but...
castielsprofoundbond:
Genius only comes along in storms of fabled...
I woke up this morning and looked at myself in the mirror and thought, “A good way to start a poem would be with, ‘I am a battlefield.’” I thought about all the literary implications and laughed at my bedhead, standing straight up in the back, the uneven skin on my chin, and the bags under my eyes. It was my morning, and I was thinking about hipster poems in a bright blue shirt.
one day I’ll turn you into someone who checks their texts all of the time.
