I like yellow. My middle name is Rae. Think of it as a ray of sunshine. I am a college senior(finally) in psychology, and I tend to mess everything up. I am not perfect. Once we're friends, you can't get rid of me. Sorry.
My senior prophecy was to burn down a library. I currently work in one. Who knows what the future holds. I drink, I smoke and I like my drugs in moderation. Spontaneity, I live off of. I daydream.
If I could bottle the smell of a musty basement, and smell it all day, I would.
I cannot wait to travel one day. Anywhere.
I have much life left, or so I hope. If depressed hippies exist, I am one. I'm also very friendly, talk to me.
While I may not be the happiest, I'm about a gillion times better right now. I don't know why, but I blame the dreads.
I will be documenting my dread journey, as well as being healthy and fit and happy and spiritual. Questions on anything, or any of the above, let me know.
someone mentioned april fools today, and it reminded me that last year a couple of radio DJs got taken off the air and almost faced felony charges because they told their audience that the local water supply was contaminated with “Dihydrogen Monoxide” and alot of people panicked
"My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them."
i’m a hopeless Romantic. walk with me in the graveyards of gothic cathedrals, transcend the confines of elitist and rationalistic structures of discourse, and join me in an eternal spiritual quest for the strange and sublime.
"Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence."
"My youngest flaunts her mind, and frightens away the suitors."
- Louis Nicolas le Tonnerlier de Breteuil, on his daughter, the raddest person in history, Émilie du Châtelet. Emilie was a scientist in the 18th century who proved Newton’s ideas on velocity wrong. She also played a role in helping Einstein figure out E = mc2 with E=mv2 (via intuitiveunderstanding)
Also, “frightens away the suitors” = BS. Emilie du Chatelet was a hustler. Fucking Voltaire was her personal man-candy. Her husband was apparently totally cool with it. The historical record did not preserve evidence for or against a threesome.