December 2010
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Written on the Body (britticisms)
The less I dance, the more I write. And now that I feel almost entirely immobile, writing is the only thing I have. Dance was a means of control, a way for me to take back the body that I feel I do not have, a body that is owned and manipulated and devalued by the world around me. Freedom stemmed from the control I gained and to dance was to be free. I didn’t recognize it then, but I pushed...
YES. READ IT. →
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Almost put my wallet in the refrigerator. What are finals doing to me?
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Is it really December?
Wait. How did this happen? Are we at finals already?
Its at this point when everything hits me and finals is conveniently paired with an existential crisis. I really hope all of this work is worth it. I don’t really know what that means. I hope the money is worth it, but Im not sure how to put that into perspective either.
All I know is that I am sitting here in the common room with...
10 Unpopular R&B Songs That Do Not Exist
theidiotking:
I’m Too Tired For That Position
Not Ready To Meet Your Parents ft. Usher
Let’s Make a Sex Tape (But Only If We Can Get Professional Lighting)
Ooh, Girl, Are You Ever Going To Call Me Back (Girl)?
Sorry About That Gross Face I Made When I Came
Sex Stuff We Did When I Was Super Drunk
Better Than Average Hair (I Think You Have)
Sexual Town
In My Ride (aka Ford Fuck-Us)
Gucci...
