johnnyrockhard replied to your post: Come now, Michelle.
What do you do?
I’m an RA. I’m a good one, I honestly can’t think of a legit bad reason he’d be calling me in but I am still super nervous.
internet hug.
johnnyrockhard replied to your post: Everything can just go fuck off and die in a fire right now.
internet hug?
aww. you’re awesome, johnny.
johnnyrockhard replied to your post: Reflections from finals period:
Duuuuuuuuuuuuude when did your finals start? For us, classes ended yesterday and finals officially start on Wednesday.
Started today, end on Wednesday. But I have two today, so… frontloading, whee.
johnnyrockhard replied to your post: Really? The only thing mildly kawaii is the cursive.
The soft blue, the tiny font. But it’s okay. YOU are kawaii, Meesh.
“
How do you tell your children
they’ll never get away?
Tell them their only choice
is factories or the mines,
bent heads or blackened lungs.
Amelia Earhart is a dream
my daughter won’t give up.
Sometimes I want to shake her,
tell her what small towns are,
how the coal dust coats your skin
till darkness never leaves you
and the sky doesn’t matter much
when you’re wheezing underground.
She won’t believe the woman’s dead.
She says, I think it’s romantic
to disappear. I bite my tongue
to keep from telling her
she’ll get her chance in time.
The Last Time I Saw Amelia Earhart, VII. Joel Sullivan, miner
Gabrielle Calvocoressi
(via hidinginthenight)
Feels good, don’t it?
johnnyrockhard replied to your post: You ever get the feeling you just leveled up?
Yes! The other day I leveled up my Cooking skill!
Awhhhhhh no I didn’t get it D:
ilovepunctuation replied to your post: TONI MORRISON IS ONE OF THE BEST WRITERS OF ALL TIME BLAEHEHALSKDJ
I like-spammed this but I don’t think Tumblr shows you that anymore so here is me telling you.But thank you!
Oh God, I’m into the first one hundred pages of The Bluest Eye and she’s so good I’ve continually got a literary boner for everything she writes that I read now.
Had a teacher who loved Beloved, had to read it twice for different classes I took with her and I am just in love. English major high-five! :D
And that was the entire dream.
Yesterday, I dreamed I went to a birthday party, but it was a huge one where the year is a milestone and the person invites everyone they’ve ever known, yeah? And I’m looking for a place to sit when someone is like, “Hey! Michelle!” and it was John and he had brought Mat along and so we ended up sitting at the same table for the event and chatted and they were both really cool.
I just thought it was awesome that all of my top-liked blogs were people’s faces looking in different directions, except for the middle. I don’t know, it’s a little like poetry.
