clvrkitty:

Christmas Eve at my parents.

Paella, coconut curry, chop suey, rice, cupcakes, flan, sugar cookies, cheesecake, dinner rolls, lemon chicken, rum cake, and lotsa wine.

Now we are waiting for it to be midnight so we can open presents.

It’s tradition. None of that sleep and wait till morning business.

Santa had a boner, but I didn’t tell anyone.

I guess you don’t really understand me that well. When I don’t answer to a text message, it’s usually because I’m just busy with something or completely liberated from everyone at the moment. I love having my own agenda, so if I’m getting ready to go somewhere important and my phone dies, I just don’t really want to deal with a phone. Phones are everybody’s everything in terms of primary communication over a distance, and at home in Portland, our phone literally rings ten fucking times whenever I sit down to relax. When I don’t call you back when I say I will, there are two possibilities. Either I just don’t want to talk on the phone or I miss you so much that it’s hard to talk on the phone because I’d rather see your face. As soon as I get on the phone, you might expect me to stay on for 15+ minutes. I don’t always feel a huge connection to people on phones because I can’t SEE THEM very well, so I’m likely to not want to talk that long. Skype is brilliant. I love Skype. And yes, I miss you and you’re beautiful, so don’t think for a moment that because I don’t answer one or two texts immediately after you send them or I don’t call back when I say I will for the first time in months that it means I don’t miss you or think you’re ugly. That’s a retarded correlation between cause and effect.

clvrkitty:

holdlovestrong:

Reblog this. Just because. It’s so fucking cool.

Chen Wenling

Homework..

I have more to do now each day because I want to do more each day. I’m trying to think what I used to do in classes where I chose not to read the textbooks. Ah that’s right, I would try to learn all the material after receiving an outline for a midterm a week before I was tested. Cool.

I’m glad Ada’s taste buds are becoming more accepting of the less sweetened wines out there. A great experience in life is having the inside of your mouth pucker to the unique feeling of a dry red wine. I guess it goes well with cheese.

“Hydrogen phosphate…”

…

“Aych pee oh four two negative.”

For some mysterious reason, this type of occurrence matters to us,

while we are believed to be a very small part of the right end of this.

In that, there are a bunch of these,

which, looking closer, appear like this,

and one of those bright little specs is actually this.

The one that is labeled “Earth” looks a bit more like this,

and sometimes on Earth, this happens,

and we care more about that than this

because we don’t believe that these

can feel anything compared to this.

We make a lot of claims as human beings.

I’ve finally got it. After months of a pathetic infection of artist’s block, the inspiration for a group of pieces came to mind today.

I study the physical properties of this world in my schooling, and in a sense, my world is doubly bounded by the restrictions of such properties. Why not create an entire world that breaks every rule I learn about? This world will be beautiful and horrific, harmonious and chaotic, and completely unpredictable.

Energy can be created, destroyed, and transferred.

She took a step outside at 9:31 a.m this morning. The photo above is a painting I found of her response to the sun’s rather irritating narcissism, but in reality, nothing would be same in our universe if individuals like the sun didn’t strive to be dominant. Having something to revolve around gives us time to worry about pocket-sized matters, such as dirt beneath a fingernail or an eyelash on a cheek…

Speaking of which, I’m going to go take a shower.