May 2013
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sage tastes like meat
Right? Is this a thing or am I just imaging it? I got a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch but there was sage on it and my brain kept telling me that it tasted like meat. Is sage one of those things that is just intrinsically liked to meat taste or am I just crazy?
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here are some words about some feelings?
If you couldn’t tell from all the poems, I feeling a bit better (I think) (I hope) (I worry I am jinxing my mood by even thinking that I’m feeling better).
Sometimes (frequently) it’s hard for me to properly gauge my moods until much later, so lately I’ve been on the lookout for signs of OKness. One of the more relatable parts of that Hyperbole and a Half post for me was the laughing at non-funny...
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*cringe*
I shared that Hyperbole and a Half post on FB, because I felt like everyone ever needed to see and read it, in the hopes that they would understand me a little better. But it’s fascinating the people who’ve liked it and commented on it, including friends that have almost completely vanished, and people who I haven’t spoken to in years. Also the boy I dated at french camp...
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“And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on...”
– Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition (via quintessentials)
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“Men are taught to colonize
at the age of 5 through
games like cops and robbers...”
– Mark Gonzales, As With Most Men (via thepeacefulterrorist)
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thelastgreatpoolparty:
Even my dreams are mundane. Last night I had a lengthy one about grocery shopping.
I actually would MUCH prefer grocery shopping (which is one of my favourite activities) to the commuting dreams I’ve been having lately. It’s not bad enough I have to be on the subway a few hours a day, why do I have to dream about it too?
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April 2013
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