I just want to know that Danny DeVito is having an alright day
women: being a woman is hard
men: I thikn youre forgetting something: it is also hard to be a man. just letting you know that you forgot to mention that when you were talking about being a woman
when an entire class of elementary school kids gets on stage to half-ass a performance on their recorders for their parents in the audience, would that technically be dissonant/freeform/chaotic enough to qualify as musique concrete? was i accidentally a noise musician for a day in 3rd grade? are all elementary school music teachers really just radical outsider artists on the low?
Conflict resolution 101
alright you might be on to something there you otherwise peace of jerk
today in class i made a joke about leaving a jar at the front desk for collecting man tears and everyone cackled except for the one dude in the class and welcome to the final semester: jess gives none fucks 101
- i’m going to rename you “pillowcase full of bricks.” i’m going to drop you out of a window. hit some unsuspecting cars. the pigeons will scatter. there’s still part of me that wants to know why i was suddenly not enough when i had been just before. there’s a part of me that will probably always want to know and it’s probably the same part of me that will always store the love. i don’t know which part is anchoring both of them down.
- i was on the bus the other day and i was with my best friend and i was talking about the people i’ve found myself surrounded by and how i’ve realized i take too quickly to people and they end up meaning more to me than i to them and that’s totally fine and i’m okay with it, i don’t necessarily need it to be reciprocated because it’s so overwhelming. and i like that i know when i’ve known and loved before. it makes me feel more positive. i think it is one of my favorite things about myself. except when it’s not and i feel like something is wrong with me and i should learn how to not. i should learn how to move on and move away as seamlessly as the people who do that around me.
- i want to assign onomatopoeia to the feelings they leave behind. i wanna say them out of my system. i want to say them the way they feel so i don’t have to say their names to make them go away. that’s the only way to make them go away but it’s scary. i wanna sound them out. i want to not carry echoes where the warmth was. i want to walk around cambridge without being scared of running into a ghost of myself. i want to feel what i felt this time last year but i want it to have a happier ending. i want something to happen that i can be happy about all the way through. something i don’t have to admit to Not Regretting Because The Hard Stuff Makes Me Who I Am.
- i am scared i am scared i am anxious i don’t know how i’ll feel when i see you again. i’m fuckin pissed about it. fuck you
this is how u use tinder right
he came out of left field with this one
ohmy god if you don’t then i will
If her day is ruined because a barista misspelled her name…
Just because a barista misspells your name it doesn’t mean they’re trying to ruin your day. We have a line, we are writing down your overlymodified drinkS, we’re just as tired as you are
From the Columbia disorientation guide (x)
With the Emma Sulkowicz story going viral, everybody knows about the Columbia administration’s inaction in the face of sexual assault. What not everybody knows is that my school strictly enforces that students must take a swim test in order to graduate. This is a collage/poem about the backwards priorities of our Ivy League institution.
there’s this certain charm to boston