which wit?

If I wanted to get really pseudo-philosophical/reductive/angry radical feminist I would make an incredibly insightful argument discussing how the giant gaping hole in my ceiling and the subsequent intrusion of overbearing males to “fix” the problem with little to no consent on my end is actually a thinly-veiled metaphor for the current state of women’s reproductive rights in America.

How important is an internship for an English major with little to no discernable talents?

whydoihaveablog:

I’ve never had an internship, probably won’t get one over the summer. I just want to know how much damage I’ve done to myself.

Last point of the evening: I don’t think I can ever be as funny as I think I am if I’m so damn wordy all the time. You’re not supposed to choke on every sentence, right?

At this point I am unhealthily reliant on self-validation entirely through number of re-pins on Pinterest.

Even when I’m only here for a week, my hometown has that certain ability to strip me of any semblance of the  “cool” I thought I attained when I left.