bell hooks took to twitter to ask her followers to post selfies with her books (and not that it matters, but she retweeted mine), so yes yes yes, bell hooks is everything

quel rat! (a real phony)
I wrote a two-part post on my blog aboutBreakfast at Tiffany's, racism, art as a product of its time, and escape.
I sort of meant for it to be a comparative analysis between the book and the movie, and it very loosely is, but it accidentally ended up being a bit personal as well. Quel dommage. 
Anyway, I’ve been writing a lot lately, and you should read it if you’d like.

quel rat! (a real phony)

I wrote a two-part post on my blog aboutBreakfast at Tiffany's, racism, art as a product of its time, and escape.

I sort of meant for it to be a comparative analysis between the book and the movie, and it very loosely is, but it accidentally ended up being a bit personal as well. Quel dommage. 

Anyway, I’ve been writing a lot lately, and you should read it if you’d like.

2014 is already off to a stellar start. Last night was lovely, then this morning I slept until 9:30 a.m., turned in my first grad school application, spent all day writing (except for the people watching bits in Barnes and Noble), and I just burst open into a million different pieces because I’m so proud of my best friend.

Now off to watch Sherlock, bed, and tomorrow is back to teaching. Good break, but I’m already settled in my typical werk-oholic rhythm. And happy about it.

I just got asked out to dinner by a married man who had previously been talking to me about his two children and wife’s boob job so apparently I give off mistress vibes and that’s pretty coo

on being a twenty-two year old teacher

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One of those nights. God I miss Cambridge.

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elephantmatter:

PEGGY SAY BULLSHIT

I constantly compare myself or look up to fictional characters, but I have never, ever identified with any person in such an all-encompassing way as Peggy Olson.

elephantmatter:

PEGGY SAY BULLSHIT

I constantly compare myself or look up to fictional characters, but I have never, ever identified with any person in such an all-encompassing way as Peggy Olson.

i am four feet, eleven inches, plus three-fourths of an inch tall. i like to imagine that i scrape against the five foot mark, but that’s only with enough hairspray and heels. i take up so little space. sometimes when i close my eyes i’m afraid that i’ll lose all of my presence and just disappear.

my love for Britney’s new song and video is the most non-ironic thing in the world. critics are saying that the lyrics are a hodgepodge of random statements that rhyme, but i could write an entire dissertation over the song’s meaning, concise as refrain is. that’s what being a child of immigrants will do to you. from 7 a.m. to 3 a.m. every single day: work bitch.

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(plus: getting some serious wittig vibes from this video. anyone else?)