back? ahhaha I guess I was on a bit of a posting hiatus, but I’ve been around nonetheless, Anon <3
Oh, and the dean of the school of religion at Belmont met with me and he read my application essays and said he was really impressed.
In addition to that, we got talking and I used “apophatic” and “cataphatic” colloquially. I was so impressed with myself
i think it’s really accurate that love and people are the biggest words
I agree :) although, I’m surprised “fuck” isn’t on there. It probably would be for my other bloggggg ;)
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This is a Tumblr Cloud I generated from my blog posts between Feb 2013 and May 2013 containing my top 20 used words.
Top 5 blogs I reblogged the most:
In Nashville, I found the second volume of the collected works of Shakespeare. I already own the first volume, but I never found the same edition/publisher’s second edition. And I fucking found it in Nashville. I was elated. But I didn’t buy it because it was a group buy and I couldn’t but JUSt the second volume.
So, now that I found it somewhere IRL, I’m a little bit more comfortable just going online and buying it.
brb torrenting a vinyl
I saw them live with all time low. Put on a stellar show.
*stellar* <3 omg hahahah wil
Have that one memorized too <3
Did you notice that “Three Flights Up” (the opening track) and “Holly Wood Died” (the closing track) start and end respectively with the exact same melody? I think it really ties the album together perfectly and makes you want to listen again <3
Yellowcard was my motherfucking jam in middle school. I know every word of every song on Ocean Avenue. So good <3
Ocean Avenue is amazing, but my favorite album is actually Lights and Sounds :)
there’s a thin line between pan and plan
there’s a small hole that separates fam and foam
I don’t think a lot of people appreciate how good Yellowcard actually is.
The ancient Greeks had a really interesting perspective of death, I think. Or maybe I’m totally taking more out of it than was intended. whatever.
Obviously, it’s pretty dualistic (arguably even treblistic [consisting of three parts]) but, when a god/human dies and goes to Tartarus, at least in Aeschylus’ Prometheus Bound, they’re described as “being hidden by the earth”. Almost as if what was once their reality becomes a veil to their “afterlife” of sorts.
Introspectively, I ought not let my past masquerade as my present. Yes, I once dwelt there. Verily, I held a perspective there. But there is not here, and that honestly makes a world of differences.
If I don’t talk to you, it’s honestly not personal. I don’t talk to really anyone these days.
I’m really annoyed because I spent a long time working on this and then it didn’t turn out like anything the way I wanted it to and I messed up on the lettering but oh well.
this is so good
This is perfect.