June 2012
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Eiffel Tower out of the window of the hotel
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May 2012
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Amsterdam
Morning. The same piece of gum’s been in my mouth for three days now. Orbit makes a pretty durable product.
I am awakened today by the sound of my hotel roommate shitting himself, falling off the bed, then hurting his leg when he cleared off the nightstand with it. All of this happens within under a single second. Suddenly, the all-you-can-eat Japanese restaurant probably seems like a regret...
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Anonymous asked: My best memories are of his smile. I think if it is possible it was a full body smile. He made it impossible not to smile along with him. KW
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A year ago today, I left the US for Europe for the first time. I struggled to pull everything together just to be able to do it, but I was lucky enough to make it happen.
Like most things I’m serious about in my life, I wholeheartedly throw myself into something in an effort to overpower the bad feelings inside. Traveling to Europe was no exception. It’s the only way to silence what a family...
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Response Time
I woke up early today, around six or so. Class doesn’t start until about nine, so I take a shower, shave, brush my teeth, and go out for a walk.
Delft is charming. It’s like Amsterdam, but without as many annoyances. There aren’t as many passed out or puking North Americans (That’s right, I’m counting you too, Canada) and prostitutes seem like they’d meet by...
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Here’s a duck in Delft
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johnradclyffehall asked: Er, yes there are many people still alive that speak Irish. Google "gaeltacht" :I Enjoy your stay.
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Here’s the inside of my room. It’s pretty cool.
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Anonymous asked: your dublin post is hilarious, not gonna lie x
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On the Way to Dublin
I’m writing on a plane around the Eastern Time Zone’s 4am. I’m probably somewhere over the Atlantic off of the coast of Nova Scotia by now. It’s not possible to get comfortable enough to sleep on this fucking plane.
On a plane ride this long, every sneeze, jacket zipper, baby cry, or soda can’s hiss and pop might as well be two inches from your ear. I covered mine with some headphones,...
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April 2012
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Immortalized in Ash
Last night, I had a dream that stayed with me all day. It was so distinct and realistic that I could swear I was awake. Words can’t really capture the vividness and emotional impact on me, but I will try to recount what I experienced.
The dream was set in a big city. It may have been Miami, New York, Los Angeles, or even Chicago; I can’t say for sure. I simply remember towering buildings around...
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Azalea Manor
For a school project, my partner and I decided to visit Azalea Manor, an assisted living facility near Semoran Boulevard and 408. The facility is nestled in a quiet neighborhood where it is set back under the shade of towering oaks and hanging moss. We had called to schedule an appointment to visit, but the receptionist on the phone suggested we come in whenever we were free. We...
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Ponce Inlet
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Andrew WK - It’s Time To Party
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March 2012
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Altruism and a Dead Letter
Despite the guise of an altruistic motive, I am sure you seek something. Unfortunately, I have nothing. Not even hate. Would a facebook add make us friends? A late night text message, perhaps?
The more I meet new people, the more I begin to understand how linearly the relationship develops. I’m good at it. I imagine a man who is decent. He listens. He cares. He even loves. He has hopes,...
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The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be...
– George Bernard Shaw, ”The Devil’s Disciple”
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Stop Thinking
For the past two and a half months, I have made a strong effort to be less introspective. I’ve tried to think less, reflect less, and feel less.
As terrible as it sounds, I have felt better and been more productive than I have in years. I understand how so many of those people I don’t like or respect make it so far in life - they don’t give a shit about how dead they are...
February 2012
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For us, there is no spring. Just the wind that smells fresh before the storm.
– Conan the Barbarian
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January 2012
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