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Thank you for lending us your talents.
B. A., the dean of student affairs after I presented my assessment proposal.
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I’m at a local coffeehouse, awkwardly trying to hold back tears because I have so many feelings.
Black people are being slaughtered in 2016.
I’m sitting here trying to write a draft of my statement of purpose for a PhD application in higher education, and all I can feel is a sense of futility. But I’m trying to carry on and pursue what I feel I was called to do in this lifetime and hope that I can make a difference. Maybe my research can influence policy. Maybe I can mentor students. Maybe I can help someone get tenure. Maybe the aggregate of all of my efforts can amount to something that can last and make this society better.
How has this become the world that we live in where we have to cling to hope so the weight of injustice does not crush us?
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Didn't do anything yesterday except for sleep, eat, and fuck. It was great.
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Discussing my vehement opposition to online dating.
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You have to mourn the old plan before you can really step into making a new one.
D. B.
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You have an amazing way of not letting the bullshit contaminate the shit that matters.
D. S.
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I just want a decent girl that's not a ho, man. Like can she just tell me if she's a ho or not?
R. P.
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Petty with a capital P.
Have you forgotten that I can make you cry with my words?
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And now that this Beyoncé is out (which my phone automatically added an accent mark to 😳) I have fear in my heart that u have already replaced me w/a new bae.
D. B., for running late.
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22 days
An evening well spent. And a slow morning that could not have been slow enough.
I never thought I’d be counting down the days that I’ll come back.
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Interesting to think about how quickly things can change. April 20th: the day that nobody was disappointed.
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I dreamt that G. D. and I were…friends. Not only that, but we were taking a trip to Vancouver together. I distinctly remember going through the airport, waiting at the terminal, and boarding the plane. And we both had diamonds that we wanted to sell. And she was on the phone when we got to Vancouver.
Wtfffff.
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Couch and blanket and conversation and beer. And staying up wayyyy past my bedtime.
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