Your parents still treat you like you're in high school;
The little kids in your life make you feel old;
You can't enjoy things you did before college such as ___ because you just have too much damn sense to laugh at that shit now;
and if you don't know what to do with your life because there are just too many (and not enough) options...
Then partake in the observance of life after college with this blog. Popular culture, social critiques, personal reflection, book reviews to ensue :)
"How much of my brain is wilfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person?"
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via blua)
You have been saying you’re 24 for the past 6 months. When you start to freak out that your birthday is in two weeks and you’re going to be half-way to 50, you count from your birth year and realize that you’re actually 23 yrs old. SMDH
I’m the last of a dying breed, Meaning that I’m not afraid to try new things, Can’t see me, best to get yourself some Visine, Toe tag a motherfucker no jokes, while these other niggas wakka wakka Other rappers try and go and…
“Both McKie and Robinson have left One Main, but not under circumstances either of them would have chosen. On October 18, 2008, Robinson was beaten to death in his cell by fellow inmates. And months later, McKie and a partner were charged with running a criminal enterprise inside their housing area and outsourcing their duties to the teenagers who killed Robinson. The enterprise was so organized that it allegedly had a name—“the Program”—with inmates operating in “teams” to enforce order while extorting inmates for their commissary chits and phone privileges, even the right to sit in a seat. If convicted, McKie and his partner could face up to 25 years in prison and end up serving time with those once under their watch. The case is scheduled to go to trial in March and is shining a light on one of the darkest places in our culture. Taxpayers pay about $72,000 per inmate per year at Rikers, just about twice as much as tuition at the best private schools in Manhattan.”
"The real world, whether we like it or not, is right here, right now. All of this, every day, is important. Everybody matters. Everything we do has an effect on other, directly or indirectly, whether we realize it or not."
“Second Helpings” by Megan Mcaffery (via julie911)