Terrible! This Is Stupid Math, I Hate This!

When I think of how I see myself, it would have to be at age eleven. I know I’m thirty-two on the outside, but inside I’m eleven. I’m the girl in the picture with skinny arms and a crumpled skirt and crooked hair. I didn’t like school because all they saw was the outside me. School was lots of rules and sitting with your hands folded and being afraid all the time. I liked looking out the window and thinking. I liked staring at the girl across the way writing her name over and over again in red ink, or the boy in front of me who wore the same dim shirt every day. I imagined their lives and the houses they went home to each evening, wondering if their world was happy or sad.

Sandra Cisneros, from “Straw into Gold,” A House of My Own: Stories From My Life (via lifeinpoetry)

The most beautiful part of your body is where it’s headed. & remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.

Ocean Vuong, “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong,” published in The New Yorker (via bostonpoetryslam)

If you keep dividing the line segment infinitely you get something really interesting. It is called Cantor Dust. You get an infinite number of points with a total length of zero’ Fathom the Universe

i cannot let the stress of right now over shadow the success i have faith in for my future.

calculus gothic

-epsilon is negative. epsilon has always been negative. no matter how you struggle, epsilon will stay negative.

-you must write +C at the end of every communication with the entity feeding upon your work. you change your last name to +C, vainly praying that this will appease their ferocious appetite. It does not. +C

-dy/dx is a fraction. dy/dx isn’t a fraction. you can never know when it is. you can never know when it isn’t. it is always there. laughing. it owns a cat. a black cat. she sleeps in a box. plotting.

-there are parts everywhere. dismembered functions lying prone on cold white pages. you are told to integrate by them. everything only gets worse. more parts appear. then more. and more.

my possible career choices: cloud flower

Muharram 2014/1436 karbala, Iraq