azure ray - displaced
it’s going to be depressing, isn’t it
March 2012
February 2012
IT'S LEAP DAY BITCHES
@Erin,
I can’t believe that you think the gender spectrum so narrow. You may not be stupid, but what’s the point of having intelligence if you don’t at least try to broaden your perspectives?
Gender is a social construct! You like pink and hair bows because society deems it socially acceptable. There is nothing natural whatsoever about gender.
Sex is biological.
Definitions are important, and so are distinctions.
Spa Spa Spa Spouting Bull Shit, ladies and gentlemen.
aka
writing essays
“She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on. She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.”
—Virginia Woolf, ‘Mrs. Dalloway’, aka the rest of my night (via lexcanroar)
So, okay, I’ll stop being a douchebag and acknowledge that my birthday is tomorrow and not today.
Which means I have one day left of being a teenager, but bear with me; I don’t mean to go all sentimental on your ass, so I won’t.
I’m gonna treat this birthday sort of like a New Year (I know it’s all arbitrary and shit, but birthdays are less so), which means a couple of things:
Running. Running, I miss ya. I intend on befriending you once again.
Getting shit done on time, yo. Procrastination, you suck. Get outta my way.
Petty stuff, see you later. I can’t count the times I’ve been worried about the dumbest shit. Life is too transient and fragile and awesome to get so bogged down in trifles.
Being a better person. This seems so trite, but seriously, it’s true.
GETTING MY MUDDAFUCKIN’ HAIR CUT. Yes, regardless of shaving plans, I want this done. And it’s going to be short. fuq da police.
New pants. I am so tired of having little pants.
Take risks! I am Sam. I am brave.
Cheers!
Can we just appreciate the fact that if 2012 wasn't a leap year, today would be my birthday?
hell muddafuckin’ yeah
Yo, stop smoking weed.
