I just remembered that sometime this week I intoxicatedly made a large number of people make a pinky swear with me…
WALKING ANYWHERE ON SMITH CAMPUS. ANYWHERE.
yay! hmmm maybe this evening?
are no fun
You don’t have a soul.
You are a soul.
You have a body.” —C.S. Lewis (via bluebusybee)
Too stressed to function.
Too much drama, especially of the kind where I don’t know whats going on.
Holing up in my room for now.
Gonna get that paper done.
too many feelings
too much guilt
and not enough fucking honesty and up front-ness
Chillin with Emmaboo now, then headin to the birthday shenanigans :)
started with jello shots in the quad
moved onto beer and kings
someone took a body shot off of me
ended up at emerson
apparently i almost got brought home by a girl
but one of my friends stopped me, which is probably a good thing
i couldn’t tell you the girl’s name (even though i know she told me multiple times) or what she looked like
its definitely bad, the way that i go looking for validation
went back to jess’s with people and hung out and now i made it home. the end.
Apparently while I was blacked out last night and really sick Nina came over to help take care of me and out of the blue I said “YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ETHNOGRAPHIC DIVERSITY”
Um? I don’t know what that is?
oh smith college
so fucking upset
tonight was really good
really, fucking really?
Hah so small
I’m Sophie. I was 2 age groups down from you, but I knew Shosh
Emily Maguire, Introduction to “Female Chauvinist Pigs: Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture 2010 Edition.” One of the hardest parts about feminism is not judging.
Automatic reblog. Every time.