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morishej
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we've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey
we thought our very hearts would up and melt away
"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
from the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. one fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was ee gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was europe and africa and south america, and another fig was constantin and socrates and attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
sylvia plath
my name is vanessa. i am seventeen years old, to be eighteen in april. i have brown hair & eyes, stretched ears, dreadlocks, a gypsy soul and an ipod named mr. kafka.
loves:
waffles, organics, black tea, saxby's, yoga, individuality, peace, learning, sandalwood incense, meditating, cushiony things, languages, art & art history, cats, maps, dancing, decorating, singing, flowing skirts, franz kafka, stretched ears, dreadlocks, meeting people, being alone, surprises, the beach, the moon, tarot, scarves, summer, being silly, mint chapstick, sleeping, thai food, being barefoot, making things out of hemp, traveling, gypsies.
hates:
close-mindedness, acism, name-calling, arguing, math and every science that involves math, not getting enough sleep, having cold feet, wearing makeup, creepy old men, homophobia, going to school.
inspirations:
mother earth, amélie poulain, franz kafka, bob marley, the buddha
music:
joanna newsom, kaizers orchestra, m.i.a., yeah yeah yeahs, classical music and world music.
from the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. one fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was ee gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was europe and africa and south america, and another fig was constantin and socrates and attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
my name is vanessa. i am seventeen years old, to be eighteen in april. i have brown hair & eyes, stretched ears, dreadlocks, a gypsy soul and an ipod named mr. kafka.
loves:
waffles, organics, black tea, saxby's, yoga, individuality, peace, learning, sandalwood incense, meditating, cushiony things, languages, art & art history, cats, maps, dancing, decorating, singing, flowing skirts, franz kafka, stretched ears, dreadlocks, meeting people, being alone, surprises, the beach, the moon, tarot, scarves, summer, being silly, mint chapstick, sleeping, thai food, being barefoot, making things out of hemp, traveling, gypsies.
hates:
close-mindedness, acism, name-calling, arguing, math and every science that involves math, not getting enough sleep, having cold feet, wearing makeup, creepy old men, homophobia, going to school.
inspirations:
mother earth, amélie poulain, franz kafka, bob marley, the buddha
music:
joanna newsom, kaizers orchestra, m.i.a., yeah yeah yeahs, classical music and world music.
this made me laugh so hard. I love putin for his obvious villainy.
HE IS SO OBVIOUSLY EVIL. HE WILL KILL YOU. RIGHT NOW.
( this is why i'm hot, bitches )
HE IS SO OBVIOUSLY EVIL. HE WILL KILL YOU. RIGHT NOW.
( this is why i'm hot, bitches )
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