yep. cause i had quiche for breakfast!
converging closer and faster. as all i touch turns to dust.
after months of denying it, i am now and shall remain the duchess of all hipsters.
(pitchfork just liked something on my tumblr.) if that’s not the epitome of hip, i don’t know what is.
hanging in the window of a mini-van parked at the water’s edge.
i’d say that i was alone.
you gotta love the french language!
i dont need to use my stupid netflix disc on the wii anymore!
(which is convenient, seeing i lost the damn thing yesterday)
put that in your vernacular, kids.
been thinking a lot about Kant’s categorical imperative (3rd formulation) and i can’t help but wonder-
are the rules we set for ourselves really freeing or utterly binding?