“So when we think we’ve escaped the unbearable ordinariness and, well, untruthfulness of our lives, it’s really only the same old ordinariness and falseness rearranged into the appearance of novelty and truth. Nothing unknown is knowable. Don’t you think it’s depressing?”—— Harper Pitt. Angels in America. Millennium Approaches Act I, Scene VII.
I’m up to do homework and my amazing girlfriend is fast asleep. She’s a bad girl and slept at 5am, but I forgive her because she’s sick and it’s my fault. I can’t go into my room or I’ll wake her up. She’s a very, very light sleeper. We’ve been together for five years and I just discovered that. We’ve spent the past four days together. Four consecutive days, in our entire five years, is the longest that we have seen each other without a minimum of one week and a maximum of a year and a half in between. This is the fifth and last day until she goes home, everyone comes back, and I get back into panic mode. Finals. Tests. Portfolios. And in two more weeks, I get back to LA for a whole month. Don’t get me wrong, I miss everyone there, but I can’t bear the thought of having to leave Rachel behind. Again. I hate that this is how it has to be. I want to treasure these last peaceful hours. I want to stay here with her forever. I don’t want to get back to reality.
The Santa Cruz rain at midnight. The outside world sounding like a shower is not something this LA girl is used to. Still, it sounds beautiful.
My housemates and I are the ones talking in the background. It hasn’t rained this hard yet, so the girl decided to run outside and see how wet she can get (she’s from LA too, and totally raincultureshocked with me). The guy is telling us that this is nothing compared to how it can get. Well, shit. Now I’m scared, because my clothes haven’t been surviving very well out here so far haha. Oh well. In a weird way, it’s worth it.
But no fucking way am I running out there naked after this. Sorry First Rain. I’m still just too much of a weather pussy for you.
This is a call to arms to live and love and sleep together We could flood the streets with love or light or heat, whatever Lock the parents out, cut a rug, twist and shout Wave your hands Make it rain For stars will rise again
"I've got half a mind to kill you, and the other half agrees."
— My housemate Malek, reciting the interwebs.
I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you Tumblr, but my research paper and midterm will be finished soon, and I can once again spend hours upon hours not studying, staring deep into the lovely blue ocean that is your homepage layout. <3