Skimming this forwarded email about how women got the vote (historical figures, etc.): “Wow, where can I get a dress like that?!”
I obviously have things properly prioritized.
(via theskepticisafool)
Digression
Weird how I can never see live music without feeling melancholy during & afterwards. It’s not sharp or pressing; but, rather, contemplative, longing—an ache to connect, to feel a warm body next to mine, to understand someone wholly and in turn to be understood wholly by them. Still, it’s more internal than that, more fundamental somehow—the fact that my sole self is somehow impenetrable, and, thus, inescapably solitary.
the temptation of adam
Chris Piascik
welcome to second semester.
thank you, mr. schubert.
