May 21st, 2013
I begin to wish for firelight, and privacy, and the limbs of one person.
Virginia Woolf “The Waves” (via good-morning-scarecrow)
(via inhale-ink)
Arguments about philosophy, politics, war, and drones with the family. I need a hug.
Trying to find the right words: socially constructed doesn't mean imaginary
Socially constructed stuff is still there and people still have to deal with it.
See also: psychological, emotional, “in your head.” My head is real, and things that happen in it may be personal and subjective, but they’re not nonexistent.
Also most frustrating is the deconstructionism that tends to demand that socially constructed things either perish from the world, or crack and yield and loose all sense of solidity.
Or that everything socially constructive needs to be either abandoned or rigorously philosophically justified.
(via lionpolitics)
May 20th, 2013
You are more powerful and more valuable than you could ever believe.
You are strong, resilient, and extraordinary, even if you don’t feel like it.
Tomorrow is a new day. Approach it with good humor and a kind heart.
Goodnight.
New list for tomorrow:
- Chemistry lecture (and test)
- Chemistry lab
- Clean my room
- Finish Peace Corps app.
- Fix my bike — and buy zip ties for snow biking
- Sleep, read, or video games.
I miss reading. So much.
I’m not my tragedies, but god do they consume me sometimes.
