Don’t just stand there, say nice things to me.

‘Push’, Matchbox 20 [Proper Citation Is Everything] 

Oh my god
oh you think I’m in control.
Oh my god
oh you think it’s all for fun.

Is this fun for you?

“Oh My God”, Ida Maria 

Honors College kids. Entitled bastards. Think they can chat you up and you’ll be receptive to their flirting because they’re all nice and interesting and doing really cool research fellowships on the intersection of political science and economics. I just want to sit here and be sad about my underemployment and eat my lunch  while looking at thirty six stories view worth of trees. Don’t engage me and try to get me to smile, I am not having it. 

Overall, I am very proud of how Pitt students have handled these threats.
Tonight, I’ve seen my Facebook feed overrun with off-campus residents pre-emptively offering their couches to any on-campus friends whose dorms might be evacuated. I’ve seen my peers embracing the morbid humor of the situation, cracking hilarious jokes about the Chamber of Secrets and Pitt ENS resembling a clingy girlfriend, while still remaining steadfast in their support of the administration’s prioritizing safety over convenience, even as we pass into the double-digit threat count.
And most of all, I’ve seen my fellow students echoing this message: Keep going. Keep your eyes open, keep your wits about you, but keep going to class, keep doing your work, keep participating in and leading all the awesome initiatives you’re known for. We might be pissed off and frustrated and scared, but we won’t be pissed off and frustrated and scared out of doing what we came here to do.

Tracy Hickey, The Pitt News (via pittpanthers)

(Source: hail-to-pitt)

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Reblogged from overpackedunderpaid

You don’t understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let’s face it.

On the Waterfront (1954) 

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

By The Moon, written and performed by the delightful Paige Chaplin. 

I would really love to get through the duration of just one 1297 BOS-PIT red eye without tears. But Boston is an emotionally volatile place, and 4:30am is a good time of day for no one. 

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most.

Marianne Williamson 

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strange little girl, where are you going?: P r o g r a m m i n g

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respectissexy:

My friend Albert has recently been struggling a lot with his programming homework. This is bad news for him, but good news for the rest of us because Albert is never as funny as when he’s seething with rage.

To allow him and everybody else to share in the fun, I compiled a found poem out of…

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Reblogged from respectissexy

No. I don’t have an appointment. 

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