I'm Leighlei (pronounced Lee-Lee.) I'm 21. I'm a girl. I am going to college to become a creative writing professor. I'm loud. I talk a bunch, often with my hands. I'm clumsy and awkward. I wear a lot of eyeliner. I like music, pho, black, and leggings. Is this enough information?
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congrats boys :)
Seriously? I’m really great friends with David from TDF. I love him. His band posters are skinny jeans, umbrellas, hair and scarves. I don’t know if I have ever heard them. But he did tell me about how he had sex with a girl when he went to Japan.
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A guy who meets you at a bar on Sunday night at 11:45p, even though you just got in an argument, just because he wants to have a good time with you, and because he knows you really wanted to go out, and him spending $20 on games of touch Taipei for you because you love to play it and he loves to make you happy, and him buying your drinks, too, and him loving you even though you have an “Oh shit, I’m crazy” episode, and even though you’re kind of being an emotional bitch for no reason, and him making love to you at 06:00a because he wants you to feel good, even though he is really tired, and him still looking at you the next day like he always does, even though you both know today is different, because last night you fell in love all over again, even though you thought you couldn’t do that after four years of a messy on-again off-again relationship, but it happened, and it was beautiful, and you fell asleep holding hands, face to face.
I don’t care about anything. I don’t want anything. I don’t like anything.
Synopsis: He said he misses me. I said I know, coz I know he still loves me since he never changed his number. … He said I was right.
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The Most Beautiful Suicide
On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. ‘He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody,’ … Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb. Across the street photography student Robert Wiles heard an explosive crash. Just four minutes after Evelyn McHale’s death Wiles got this picture of death’s violence and its composure. The serenity of McHale’s body amidst the crumpled wreckage it caused is astounding. Years later, Andy Warhol appropriated Wiles’ photography for a print called Suicide (Fallen Body).
I will reblog this EVERY SINGLE TIME.
I wonder if she would have preferred it this way, or for her body to have burst like a balloon (like they do sometimes)? I know which I’d vote for.
