the Oak Older than the Proprietor
In those days it seemed there was an ever-present wind from the morning sea that brought the smell of fried foods over the gated paradise. Here, though, for each and every night there was a ubiquitous feeling of foreboding at the first twinkle of the spine, the often immobilizing summer swelter lured tycoons young and old to this sight of the leopard shaded and parasoled poolside. Most mornings...
Villa Turicum: common app
Tucked away in the southern most part ofLake Forest,Illinois, past the mansions, through the dissipated estates, over the ravines of Bloodroot and Witchhazel, past the abandoned college of the sacred heart, and past the 5-story tower which appears from the oaks like a monster in the night, there is place in the woods. Villa Turicum, as it was known, stood tall atop the bluff with gardens and ponds...
uuuuuuuuuuuhhall essay writing and no play makes me a dull boy
okay i have several quotes: the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions -f scott fitzgerald I don’t want to repeat my innocence, i want the pleasure of losing it again- fitzgerald After all, life hasn’t much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth...
who should i quote for the year book, Don Draper, f scott fitzgerald, ray Bradbury?
I have so many movies on my netflix queue that i need to watch before november 1 its not even funny
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i kina just scroll for text posts, see what people r up to
“All of the hot dog stands were boarded up with strips of golden planking, sealing in all the mustard, onion, meat odors of the long, joyful summer. It was like nailing summer into a series of coffins. One by one the places slammed their covers down, padlocked their doors.” -ray bradbury, the Lake so long snack bar
I got to drink and eat soup from the salad bar at work tonight. best night of work ever
That morning the piano pitter-pattered like the rain drops ouside and like it did most mornings. But a colder wind accompanied this rain as today was September the first. And, in accordance, the radio sang sounds much sadder than the good morning welcomes of cheerful glissandos that swam all throughout the bedrooms of the house through the intrusive sunsoaked breeze. The pitter-patter quieted...
Well its now time to sit down with some tea, read philosophy, and listen to Ravel’s Daphnis Et Chloe! YIPPEE!
June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever...– Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via luvliere)
Boredom and Foreboding
As I’m reminded of the sadness of the ending summer I’ve come to realize how little I’ve done, how little I enjoyed it, and how the minutes I enjoyed, finality spoiled
It’s a strange paradise
So, congressman, you’re on the committee for meth prevention? Do you guys...– Stephen Colbert
I just wrote that last paragraph and ive been up...
In those days it seemed there was an ever-present wind from the morning sea that brought the smell of fried foods over the gated paradise. Here, though, for each and every night there was a ubiquitous feeling of foreboding, at the first twinkle of the spine. The often immobilizing summer swelter lured tycoons young and old to this sight of the leopard shaded and parasoled poolside. The bountiful...
One of the remarkable things about love is that, despite very irritating people...– Lemony Snicket (via kylemichaels)
I’m ready for the other unending cycle