yaramaznick:

this is a picture of the happiest moment of my entire life.

i’ve been sitting here staring at this picture for at least 25 minutes, realising that it has in fact all been downhill since this moment.

(today, coincidentally, happens to be the anniversary of the first time i met her here in istanbul.)

i’m putting off packing by listening to woody guthrie and making jorts. ALSO I AM GOING TO TURKEY TOMORROWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

i haven’t felt this awful since that time i got roofied

Orientalism
is what I fear

most. Claiming
a colony asleep

flat and unaware.
The many shapes

of your projection fall
atop one another

as a whole shadow
instead of pieces of one.

You are more than a sum,
but is this not

the way of falling in love,
the way flaws

become exotic, the way
a passport, like a heart,

is filled and
yet unaltered,

the way light
falls in by mirrors.

A mutual exoticizing,
placing each other as far

away as possible. Love
is the undiscovered

in a long-standing
heritage.

i’m sick and on nyquil someone make me well ok thank you

i think buying a bunch of tank tops like this may have been a bad idea on account of i am a skinny and pale shithead

why can’t i just spend my life taking pictures of myself and playing scramble with friends? why do i have to write papers on dumb books that i don’t like?

it’s really a shame that my most recent paycheck corresponded with the beginning of my spring break, because now all i want to do is spend money on nice things, like these new sunglasses.

When I’m this stressed out and things have gotten tough, it’s a good thing I’ve got Gerard Piqué to cheer me up and tell me I’m pretty.

i may look dressed up on top, but i am wearing absolutely no pants right now.

crossing my fingers that one day i’ll be bedridden because really it is just so nice to stay in bed all of the time.

valentine’s day is coming up, and i am going into it single and happy. the impulse to mope is easy, but when it comes down to it, i’m really fucking awesome, and i don’t need anyone’s validation for that to continue being true. i’m smart, i’m interesting, i’m driven, i play the banjo (not very well, admittedly)—in short, i’ve got my shit together. ain’t nobody gonna bring me down.

dearest friends, i am sorry i haven’t been gracing you with my really quality blog presence, but i am enrolled in six courses this semester and i am also working three jobs. in fact, welcome to my office at my newest job. at any rate, i promise to try and post more. as a side note, can you imagine if i wore glasses like this for real? my blog would hit a whole new level of hip.

love,

nick

this haircut is really just the best thing that’s ever happened.

even just a few weeks ago, i don’t think i would have posted a picture like this that is so honest about my face. but in the past few weeks, after a lot of growing up, i’ve gotten over a lot of my own self-conscious impulses. maybe my nose is too big, maybe i have too many freckles, maybe my skin is not smooth or clear. but that’s okay.