MY-LIFE-RIGHT-NOW

  • Mom:Make sure to get enough sleep.
  • Mom:*calls*
  • Mom:*calls*
  • Mom:*calls*
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  • Mom:*calls*
  • Mom:*sends carrier pigeon*
  • Mom:*sends an army*
  • Mom:*wages war*
  • Mom:*starts own religion*
  • Mom:*cries out my name from the top of the mountain in despair, thunderstruck and all that shit*
  • Me:*answers phone*
  • Mom:WHY AREN'T YOU PICKING UP THE PHONE?
MY SPRING BREAK
  • me:*Before Spring Break*
  • me :I will study hard for finals and make sure to get great grades
  • me :* Spring break *
  • me :*Analyse theories of my favorite tv shows*
  • me :*Re-watch my favorite tv shows to see if i missed details*
  • me:*do marathons of new tv shows*
  • me :*never stop blogging on tumblr*
  • me:Will i regret this?
  • me:Oh yes i will
I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage. I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grating on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later — because I did not belong there, did not come from there — but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs. I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month.
—  Joan Didion