Procrastinating in my Reg cubicle by going through old photos. #throwback to O-Week earlier this school year, when we took the first years to the Point for the first time! Feels just like yesterday. And I can’t believe I’m going to be halfway through with college in 3 hours. #unreal #uchicago #fall #sun (at 57th Street Beach Chicago)

  throwback    sun    fall    unreal    uchicago  

my blogging activity sudden resumes

it can only mean one thing: it’s finals week


The Honeycomb


Felt floppy hat - similar here and here, Burgundy blazer - similar here and here, Cross lattice top c/o Purbelle - 10% off with code ‘wo10’, Burgundy trouser pants - similar here and here, Pointed gold-strap wedges c/o Charles & Keith (image; paledivision)

  yessss    fashion  

 Ashley Vaughan


Composition No. 1 with Red and Blue Piet Mondrian

  mondrian    yeeees    art  

It’s the end of the school year and things are rough, but thanks for the wonderful companion. Seals give me life. ♥ #lovelovelove #vscocam 

  lovelovelove    iamactually5    thanks boo    me    my personal jungle    vscocam  

"Van Gogh writing his brother for paints
Hemingway testing his shotgun
Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine
the impossibility of being human
Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief
Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town
the impossibility of being human
Burroughs killing his wife with a gun
Mailer stabbing his
the impossibility of being human
Maupassant going mad in a rowboat
Dostoyevsky lined up against a wall to be shot
Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller
the impossibility
Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato
Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun
Lorca murdered in the road by Spanish troops
the impossibility
Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench
Chatterton drinking rat poison
Shakespeare a plagiarist
Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness
the impossibility the impossibility
Nietzsche gone totally mad
the impossibility of being human
all too human
this breathing
in and out
out and in
these punks
these cowards
these champions
these mad dogs of glory
moving this little bit of light toward us

—Charles Bukowski 
  poetry    bukowski