anonsensicalwildflower

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Ray-Ban Sunglasses

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Coffee & Cigarettes: Tom Waits and his talent makes me all giddy inside.

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Why I Love My Major:

As I’m moving forward through all the different courses I’m required to take in order to graduate, I’m finding myself falling more and more in love with my major.

I’m an English major with a creating writing-poetry concentration, and I used to be ashamed of my choice. Why? Because, financially, it’s not the smartest decision one can make. I almost walked into the LAS department last year declaring a major-switch to mathematics for that very reason. I am oh so very happy that only by the grace of God I decided against it.

So yes, we walk into this major with full knowledge of its challenging nature, understanding all-too-well the future financial risk that accompanies the struggle. It’s not as bad as it seems, though, and I am not discrediting my major as a whole. In a world where social media is heightening and critical thinking is declining, outlets for English majors are opening everywhere. Watch out, marketing majors, we’re here to take your jobs.

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We are taught from the very first breath of our core classes to think differently. We’re required to analyze and to criticize and to scrutinize works in ways that another never previously has. But more importantly, we’re challenged to see everything we study as art. These days, art is so often utilized as a commodity, yet we English majors are given the wonderful opportunity to study and cherish it for what it really is: beauty. And beauty is happiness.

We see art everywhere. We see beauty everywhere. We make poems and write stories of the simplest things and create them into the most marvelous structures. We not only appreciate the sun and the stars, but we see beauty in ashes. We see beauty in pain. Even the slums can become our paradise. I’m speaking now, specifically, to us creative writing concentrators.

We learn to see the big picture: to take a step outside the box. Outside the world. And through the practice of becoming the poet, or the writer, or the analyzer, or however else you want to label us… through the practice of becoming a spectator of the world, we learn what is really important in life.

More importantly, we learn what is not important in life. We see the triviality that floats throughout society and forces others to think that the only things that matter in life are material goods. We see the smallness of our beings in comparison to the world that surrounds us, and it helps us realize the smallness of our worries. 

Because, in the end, what we’re working for is not money, is not anything material, but is the everlasting beauty of the world that surrounds us. 

And that is why I love my major.

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One does not simply pass up an opportunity to post Cash and a kitten.

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– Transverse Temporal Gyrus; Animal Collective – Carry Around; Annuals – Falling Through the Roof; Horse Feathers – Where Did You Sleep Last Night; Nirvana – Postcards from Tiny Islands; The Walkmen

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“He believed in it, as certain good women believe in the leviathan–by faith, not by reason.” – Jules Verne, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea

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– No Rest; Dry the River – Sophia; Laura Marling – Give It All Back; Noah and the Whale – But for You Who Fear My Name; The Welcome Wagon – Cannons; Youth Lagoon

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Take your 15, bounty hunters.

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little canary flying by, let me follow you to the sky. but one flash of yellow, one blink and you’re gone. you left with no sound, and I’m still on the ground.

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take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning. – Charles Bukowski

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we are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take us

–Charles Bukowski

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