dont forget the part where romney is a self-interested corporate CEO douchebag
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if you don’t dress like this, i simply cannot wed you.
also, cardigans. okay?
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i am sick sick sick
italy is going to be the death of me. i do not sleep here. who goes to bars on mondays?
italians do. that’s who.
oh goodness.
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“I only drink Champagne when I’m happy,
and when I’m sad. Sometimes I drink it when I’m alone.
when I have company, I consider it obligatory.
I trifle with it if I am not hungry and drink it when I am.
otherwise I never touch it - unless I’m thirsty” - Lily Bollinger
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“I only drink Champagne when I’m happy,
and when I’m sad. Sometimes I drink it when I’m alone.
when I have company, I consider it obligatory.
I trifle with it if I am not hungry and drink it when I am.
otherwise I never touch it - unless I’m thirsty” - Lily Bollinger
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"everything i’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it."
david foster wallace (via offtothecircus)
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The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.
this is me.
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abnormal psych
in class learning about sex.
prof- “so the order is desire, arousal, orgasm.. what comes after that?”
random girl- “Sleep!”
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this is the first time i’ve felt proud to be American since i moved here.
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