-the embodiment of cognitive dissonance-

i'm a UIUC graduate with a degree in Psychology but i'm pursuing a modeling career instead. i write very seldomly now, and tell lame jokes constantly, and explore the mind when i can figure out how and can muster the energy. i am in the beginning stages of a brand new identity crisis.

i was offered a full time nanny job which could be cool depending upon the details that i have yet to know exactly

if you can pull off a beanie you can pull off my pants

flippyspoon:

When I was younger I used to read stuff like “this writer composed this
poem while sitting under a plum tree bla bla” and think oh romantic and now
I think but was that the first draft or the fourth draft or the final
draft? Where was he when he was driving himself mad with self-doubt
thinking about the poem? Was he under the tree when he stared at a stanza
for three hours and then crossed out one word?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE “WROTE THE POEM” WHILE SITTING UNDER A FREAKING PLUM
TREE??

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