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I’m at the “we’ll see” stage in my life. With everything and everyone. We will see.

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When I was younger, reading wasn’t exactly my forte. Actually, I’d be terrified whenever the teacher would call my name to read out loud in class. After barely passing English each year, I decided that was enough. The summer vacation after freshman year I decided to spend everyday in the library.

At first it was something simple, The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton. Then it was Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. On the last day of vacation I stumbled upon the Lord of the Rings and I never looked back.

Be different, read books.

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remember when lol meant “laughing out loud” instead of “this is to indicate that this brief text isn’t hostile”

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bitch i got hulu, netflix AND crunchyroll if you comin over to “just to chill” then we gon fuckin chill, ya feel me?

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bathroom poets

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I saw this on Twitter and thought tumblr needed to see this.

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Are you racist? ‘No’ isn’t a good enough answer.

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On the eye of the beholder

I can’t help but envy the depth and texture of your life glimpsed through the anecdotes you’ve shared. It feels like my life choices, or maybe just my nature, have limited my opportunities for adventure and spontaneity. Then I remember conversations where friends or strangers would gape at my own more modest experiences. Is it all in the eye of the beholder? Is there some Rock Star bell curve we all fall onto or is it all in the presentation?

Both. There is a rock star bell curve, and still, it’s all in the presentation. There are echelons of heiresses and overachievers who make my minor adventures seem quaint, but I tell a better story than they do. Not that any of it really matters, because you can find depth and texture in any experience — and in anyone’s life — if you only bother to look. It’s the looking, the examination itself, that reveals the depth and texture.

Don’t envy the life you’ve glimpsed through my anecdotes. Don’t compare my life to yours. That feeling you have about your nature, that your life choices are somehow limiting your opportunities, it is the essence of wistfulness. Feeling wistful is a powerful emotion, one that can easily turn into envy and melancholy if you start comparing yourself to others. Resist the urge to compare, and never let the thought of missed adventures bother you.

You and I and everyone else are all inherently limited by our choices. There are an infinite number of adventures that we will never get to experience — some beautiful, some tragic, and some so magnificently transcendent that our tiny brains aren’t even capable of imagining them. Every choice we make collapses the possibility of every other, forever limiting our opportunities for all those grand and unknowable adventures, but that’s the singular nature of time and the human condition, so fuck it.

We only get one go of it, and the brutal truth is that some people have more fun than others. Some get a few more spins around the sun. Some get a pile of shit and suffering. None of it’s fair and none of it matters and the only way to get it wrong is to live an unexamined life.

The most important question you asked me is whether it’s all in the eye of the beholder, because that’s exactly where it is. All of it. The eye of the beholder is everything, and the sharper your eye, the closer you look at the world, and the deeper you examine your experiences, the more depth and texture you’ll reveal about your own life no matter what adventures come your way.

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The West Wing S. 4 Ep. 3 “College Kids”

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Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

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Traditional Hungarian gnocchi recipe

To make: Wisk together 1-2 eggs (1 egg for 1-2 people, 2 for 2-4 people) a half a cup of room temperature water and a good pinch of salt. Once combined add enough plain flour to make a thick batter (make sure you get this bit right as it determines the texture of the gnocchi). When I say thick I mean it should be like a cake batter consistency but when you lift the fork out, the batter should not fall off with ease.

To cook: bring a large pot of water to a rolling boil. Using a spoon, scoop the mixture and with your finger over the boiling water, cut it into bit size pieces. This will take time to get and become speedy with as the gnocchi cooks quickly and over cooking it causes them to become mushy. If there is a large amount of batter, do it in batches so the ones that were cooked first don’t over cook.

Final touch: beat an egg (add milk/cream if preferred). Heat a pot with oil, add gnocchi and stir for a minute to sear. Move the gnocchi to one side of the pot and add the egg mixture to the other side. Stir the gnocchi into the egg mixture to coat. As the egg cooks it coats the gnocchi and becomes a creamy (and messy) looking meal. This is where I added my own twist. It certainly is not necessary to add anything as the eggy gnocchi is perfect as is.

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