January 2011
69 posts
When I was nineteen, pureness was the great issue. Instead of the world being...
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)
I laugh
because my grandmother’s parting advice as I leave for Italy is to “stay away from the wine” and my mother is worried that I won’t be able to handle the alcohol.
silly family, don’t they know I’ve been drinking for 3 years now and I know my limits? I will amend my grandmother’s advice to “no boxed wine” but that’s it!
I had no motives, no incentives to exert myself, no duties. Life tasted horribly...
– Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse (via eunoiia) this is pretty darn relevant to my lfe.
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7 pounds.
no, not the Will Smith movie. I’m 7 pounds over my suitcase weight limit. FUUUUUUUUUCK.
but I neeeeed all my things :(
Its incredibly hard to pack your entire life in a suitcase. For at least 4 months I will only have what I packed. It makes me see the abundance that I live in- I have so many clothes to choose from yet I’m “missing certain things, that I need to buy.”