Slam poetry. Yelling. Angry. Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia. Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s. Jesus cried. Runaway bride. Julia Roberts. Julia rob-hurts. Cynthia. Mmmmm Cynthia, you’re dead. You are dead. Be boop beep you’re dead. — Schmidt, 22 Jump Street (via artvevo)
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Idk how to nap anymore and also I missed ya a little today. Pretty good for not having seen you in over a month. Now I resume studying for my midterm.. 24 hours until we’re free for five days on a (booze) cruise of the Mediterranean!
If you want to live a wise life, live it on your own terms and in your own eyes. — Epictetus, The Art of Living (via 1112pm)
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All I can really strive for in life is the strength to see what is and what isn’t
Quiz taken. No class tomorrow. Γεια σας, Ολύμπια !
Day 7, Sparta
Main square and that’s about it. For a city so rich in history there’s remarkably little in historical monuments or art in honor of it. I guess that’s what happens when you exclusively focus on military might and neglect cultural developments.. At least there are really nice bars.
Also a nice time to think! Do I dare?