afallfromgrace:

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like a boss

Algorithmic Thinking

Have you seen the other side?

The open door was disguised

As a parade

On a carousel.

I closed my eyes and simply

Felt you next to me.

I fixed my senses

To breathe in this evening,

Cool and quiet.

I woke up this morning and

Was still dreaming

Of that night.

Cool and quiet.

Dreaming of the sight

Of your eyes

So close to mine

That our lips inevitably touch without

Either of us trying.

And we don’t mind,

We don’t mind.

English 111

So I finally have sought the time to write something on this here blog but whether or not it will be of any tangible importance is still to be determined. Today is the last M day lesson for this semester. It was a sentimental sort of lesson today with our teacher giving out little “awards” (specifically a pencil with a ribbon and a paper proclaiming the award) to certain people in the class. I ended up winning “Should declare English as a major” and “Best speaker” (per classmate votes). But really anything that involves Oreos is going to be fun so it was a good time overall. But the importance is that it just hit me: the first semester of instruction is almost over… as of tomorrow only finals stand between me and going home until January… it’s so close I can feel it…

iphoneartography:

iamkory:

Not a cliché.

RIP Love Park…

Distance.

lafillequivoit:

Cold feet. Numb and tingling against your wood floors. Everything is becoming more and more detached. Perhaps this is what it feels like to have bad circulation. I’m beginning to to find a sense of distance from those things we don’t talk about. It’s satisfying and unnerving to lose something so familiar.