whiney

my insides hurt from loneliness.
why do i always attract douches? and can't seem to love the nice ones?
fucking whinger.
but i really thought that something nice could have happened here.

national masochism

"Sometimes it appears that we're reaching a period when our senses and our minds will no longer respond to moderate stimulation. We seem to be reaching an age of the gross, persuasion through speeches and books is too often discarded for disruptive demonstrations aimed at bludgeoning the unconvinced into action. The young--and by this I'd don't mean any stretch of the imagination all the young, but I'm talking about those who claim to speak for the young--at the zenith of physical power and sensitivity, overwhelm themselves with drugs and artificial stimulants. Subtlety is lost, and fine distinctions based on acute reasoning are carelessly ignored in a headlong jump to a predetermined conclusion.

Life is visceral rather than intellectual. And the most visceral practitioners of life are those who characterize themselves as intellectuals. Truth is to them revealed rather than logically proved. And the principal infatuations of today revolve around the social sciences, those subjects which can accommodate any opinion, and about which the most reckless conjecture cannot be discredited. Education is being redefined at the demand of the uneducated to suit the ideas of the uneducated. The student now goes to college to proclaim, rather than to learn. The lessons of the past are ignored and obliterated, and a contemporary antagonism known as "The Generation Gap." A spirit of national masochism prevails, encouraged by an effete core of impudent snobs who characterize themselves as intellectuals."




I'm just an impudent snob who characterises myself as an individual, and proud of it.

English, Russian, Philosophy and Anthropology. Awesome university degree anyone?


x

caught,

There was music from my neighbour's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.

The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.

So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.





- The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Absolutely makes the list of my favourite books of all time.

stardust

i have this image of you leaning out the window,
your lungs encapsulating smoke,
but i would give everything to smell your cigarettes burning,
you were always so impassive when you spoke.

wherever you are i hope you find,
what you were searching for.



x

drunk pants

m: just got back from corvinteto

pshhh

australia

what are you even doing there?

riddle me that batwomwan

woman

you know

hey!

pay attention or i'm going to bed

i made pancakes

i'ma eat them

jealous?

i would be

oh yeah

your mom owes me a coffee or whatever

beer

something

for something

i can't remember

love you, x