A Collection of Our Lives The musings of a twenty-something-year-old cat lady as she tries to navigate her way through adulthood.
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Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki, Haruki Murakami

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Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki, Haruki Murakami

Fucking Samurai Champloo man. Such a good show.

8/31 14:44 - 2 notes
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"Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…"

-  William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

8/30 21:06 - jamais-etre-vue - 9 961 notes
So last night we had a chat about relationship stuff and how mental illness shit is affecting it. And then I drank three glasses of wine. All I have to say this morning is fuck Prozac.
Also I try to not post too much about numbers on this blog, but I’ve officially lost 30 pounds since the end of May. WOOOOOOOO fuck.

So last night we had a chat about relationship stuff and how mental illness shit is affecting it. And then I drank three glasses of wine. All I have to say this morning is fuck Prozac.

Also I try to not post too much about numbers on this blog, but I’ve officially lost 30 pounds since the end of May. WOOOOOOOO fuck.

8/30 06:56 - 1 note

So I have this Masterpieces of Spanish Literature class this semester. And my professor is pretty old, probably in his late sixties early seventies. And holy shit I get so much special attention from this guy. Like he calls me Marlene or Marlena because my last name is Dietrich and I’ve confirmed this with another kid but he tends to make prolonged eye contact and I swear to god it’s like he’s staring into your soul. Definitely not attracted to him or even thinking about him in any other way than that of a professor…  but I definitely don’t mind the attention.