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The Trouble With Being A Hopeless Romantic
The trouble with being a hopeless romantic is that you are a crazy person.
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The Irrational Places I Expect To Fall In Love
I am a hopeless romantic at heart, someone who expects to find love randomly and poetically at every turn. This has led me to look for men in really inappropriate and inopportune places that my brain has somehow convinced me are filled with potential love matches. These are just a few of those places. -
I’m #NotClearOn Graduation Ceremonies
At this time exactly twelve days from now, I will be out somewhere in the downtown core of my university city, celebrating the fact that only hours earlier I will have graduated. My anxiety about my post-grad life is comparatively low, mostly because I have something of a life plan laid out for at least the next year. Rather, my fear has to do with the graduation ceremony itself. There are a few things which I’m particularly worried about.
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All Of The Reasons I’ve Made Up About Why I Won’t Date You
You use poor grammar.
You’re cute, but you’re like…too cute.
You’re trying to be too funny in your profile picture.
You’re too serious in your profile picture.
You don’t have a profile picture.
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What Your Subway Order Says About You
I feel like I can learn a lot about someone based on what they order at Subway. Some say the eyes are the windows to the soul. I could not disagree more. Which sub someone wants, which bread they choose, and what toppings they decide on give far more insight into who a person is than nearly anything else. The following is a definitive list of personality traits that your choice of sub assigns to you.
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In Defense of Stalking Your Ex-Boyfriends Online While Tipsy on a Monday
We’ve all been there: it’s a Monday evening, you’re three or four beers down (who’s counting?) and it’s about that time when you consider stalking your ex-boyfriends’ social networks. That Naked & Famous song that reminds you of that time you sent one of them a six-part text message saying how you’re not over him weeks after the break-up just came on shuffle and like one of Pavlov’s dogs you are typing in his Twitter handle.
To quote the ever sober Whitney Houston: it’s not right, but it’s okay.
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I Want to Write Something Worthwhile
I want to write something worthwhile. I want to write something that is great, that people want to read, that is acclaimed by critics and laymen alike. I want my writing to be retweeted, reblogged, responded to in a multitude of ways. I want people to look at it and say, “Wow, this is a great piece of writing.”
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In Defense Of My Spirit Animal: Why Tyler Coates Is Being Slightly Unfair To Ryan O’Connell
I am still on my winter vacation, and with the exorbitant amount of time I have on my hands I’ve been creeping the Tumblr of the fantastically talented Tyler Coates. This afternoon, Tyler made a post about Thought Catalog wherein he essentially takes a not-so-veiled cheap shot at the also fantastically talented Ryan O’Connell. Along with sending me into a minor writer’s crisis of my own, this also pissed me off. In the good, “makes you think” kind of way, but pissed me off nonetheless.
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What I Would Say To The Boys I Reblog On Tumblr
Hey man. How’s it going? What’d you get up to today? You just laid in bed and existed beautifully? Amazing. Spectacular. Thanks for taking a picture of it, too. Your bed sheets are nice. Floral is very in right now. -
Uniform Grey
There are times in your life when the colour gets sucked out of everything.
You notice as soon as it happens. It’s not a subtle shift. Suddenly you look out the window and everything is just…grey. It could be the middle of summer or the dead of winter. Every time you look at anything: blank.
The boy done wrong again.
And if you would sing along, I will be happy now.
