"Research" Paper

Would you stay in the room if a large spider was in it?:
yeah sooooooonn
id have a mad nice intellectual conversation with it share stories and drink some tea with that niggah

For my Intro to Psych class, I'm writing a term paper about the relationships between my siblings and me, and how our parents have affected us, or not affected us, in a couple of good cases.
It's supposed to be about 10 pages long and I have about two to three weeks to finish it by. I think I'm going to start jotting down notes in my spare time.


My brother is close to four years younger than me and my sister was born when I was five and a half years old. As far as I can tell, that's a pretty big gap for most families in terms of sibling closeness. If my brother means the world to me, then my sister is more important to my well-being than oxygen.

Tips For Dating Girls

1. Shut. Up. Shut up shut up shut up. You are not nearly as charming or as clever as you think you are.

I Didn't Really Like The Great Gatsby

But I think Daisy is a fantastic name.

PSA

Psychology homework is exorbitantly frustrating when slightly inebriated.

Things I'm Gonna Do

I keep looking at this and remembering that it exists, I just don't have any meaningful thoughts; when I do, they've been pushed back to my head. Just me making excuses for myself.

I don't make New Years Resolutions. Thanks, Dad.
I don't like breaking promises and that's what a resolution is. If I make a promise to myself I would really rather not break it. Understandable. I think it is, at any rate.

I keep falling behind. Every quarter I say I'm going to fix this and every quarter I fail to.

I smell bread.

The hurricane that blew last night worked wonders
The house is torn, the line is cut; now we see with real eyes
And talk with words that matter and I am not your shelter
As the wind ripped everything I finally felt my lungs expanding

Walk away from the before and into now
Walk away out of the old skin when the old skin's drowned beneath the clouds
Walk away when all the world has blown apart
Walk away into the wet grass when the end is making new the start

Are you the same after the rain? Are you stripped too?
Or is your air overcome by the thought of breathing and perceiving?
Is there a way to make a storm from nothing?
We'd break apart the gallery and with the sky all drained you'd stare for miles

I'm lying out in the rain
I wait for the hurricane
To wash over me ecstatic and free
To help me to see what I have chosen

Autumn Said

"Scarling is very depressing to pack to."
"I've decided that even though we have 347580987349759 boxes of shit, I'm going to pack some unnecessary trinkets too."

"It's the simple things in life."


We're always hoping for the best.
She's not wrong, not nearly. But I guess I'll be damned if it doesn't feel right.
I'm trying to figure out what feels different this time.