Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no
Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
well i'm a girl actually, but john berryman still rocks.
i'd like to have more Inner Resources though, it couldn't hurt. and i could be nicer to people who annoy me. like homophobes. but i guess they don't deserve it, do they? i don't think so. they need to get a life actually.
age: 21
occupation: student (which presupposes studying, i believe. or it should. i feel though like i'm not mature enough to embrace the idea fully. hmm)
my kinda slash: heaps of boydrama with glimpses of fluffiness when you least expect it. OH YEAH. i like it when they don't like each other but they can't help being into each other haha. currently my fav story around here is stupid post it notes which is like, divine. check it out.
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