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Things I do not know how to do, nor can ever imagine myself learning how to do:
- Balance a checkbook
- Complete my taxes
- Fill out the FAFSA
- Figure out how much to tip in my head
- Leave a voicemail message without sounding insane
- Actually, having any conversation with anyone without sounding insane
- Understand anything science-related that isn’t condensed into bite-sized pieces for me by NPR’s Science Friday
- Identify what a compound/complex sentence is (problematic since my creative writing teacher says I use a LOT of them)
- etc. etc. etc.
Seriously this is why I cannot be the thing that I have legally been for two years now
Well hello sir
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Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.
—David Foster Wallace (via monotronix)
“I’ve got an entire room dedicated to James Van Der Beek action figures.”
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There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.
—Nick Carraway (F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, ch. 4)
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First look at the cast of your new favorite summer show, “Political Animals.” Plus, new video here!
