i miss summer
i miss new york
i miss home
i miss adventures
i miss feeling restless there
i hate feeling restless here
i hate this feeling
i don't know if this will work



dover beach- matthew arnold

So my favorite class this year, even above my history of popular music class, is my english class. I take british literature 1800-present and it solidified the idea that i am either double majoring in english and journalism or minoring in english. Last night, I had to read this poem while I sat in my hall while all of my friends were decorating the walls with pictures and putting paper over the lights. I love a lot of the poetry but this poem I thought was especially beautiful...so enjoyz.

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.


all is love

sometimes i get angry that i can be a hateful person
and people and things can set me off
then i kind of get this happy feeling just from life
it doesn't make sense but
even if i'm in a fucking college wasteland
i have little things
like metro rides and wandering around dc
and planning and hipster dancing
and who i used to be
merging with who i am
i'm happy with myself
and i know nowhere else would be better
and i can see things and say things
but i'm the only one in control of it
this won't make sense but it does to me
i like having myself there and
creating what i want around me


your best friend sticking up for you even when you know you're wrong

we might have left home and started college and new lives...but we'll always be a couple of freaks destroying facebook about kyle xy.
today, on the metro ride home, drops of jupiter was the first song that came on shuffle and i started tearing up because I can be away from home and still get the warm feeling of having people so important and meaningful in your life that you feel lucky to be alive.
this is a really fucking lame post but i get to see the first person since i've been at school that knows me inside and out on friday. i may have seen the boyfriend and the parents so far but this is someone who has always been there since the time I was crying everyday about how nervous I was for my bat mitzvah....it's a little different.
i really just want to roll around and scream because i everyday i feel more comfortable here and everyday i get more in touch with the dreamer, writer, thinker i was before i left home.
i'm just really fucking happy.