The Secret Journal of Alexandra X

It’s a well known fact writers are batshit.

Let me easily prove that to you- Sylvia Plath. Lena Dunham. William Shakespeare. Louis CK.

And well, me.

We overly sensitive freaks have this twisted tendency to overwhelm ourselves with all the experiences of the world and (here’s the really weird part) we purposefully dive into it. You will often find us on the ground pulling at this knotted conglomeration, hoping one thread, one idea will give and somehow magically unravel all the mysteries of the human mind.

We are often wrong and will fail over and over again. This causes us to have breakdowns where we eat food until we have a one person pity party for our lack of restraint, respect, and frankly lack of sheer creativity. This sometimes proceeds to binge Netflix or if no ones around to watch it- the hard stuff and changing the time to 5 o’clock because fuck it, if a (wo)man breaks the seal for the fifth time but no ones around to hear it, then did they really drink that whole tequila flask?

This will continue in a downhill spiral similar to your average toilet flush leading to dirty hair, a filthy home, further slumping in your misery and lots of cold cereal.

hellogiggles:

HOW TO HANDLE DRUNK GIRLS PASSED OUT ON YOUR COUCH – #ENDRAPECULTURE PSA

by Chrissa Hardy

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REAL TALK 

hell I’d go for it 

(via karasfl0wers)

This is why I love Jason Segal 

(via utastelikesunshinedust)

Sipping cheap coffee.

There’s three random girls in my living room.
Tomorrow they have an interview that either gives them nearly a quarter million dollars to study here 
or nothing
and maybe they don’t care because they really want

Stanford
or maybe they’ve been waiting for this since they were five 

The past few weeks have been whirlwinds
dramatic and pivotal and 
goddamn tiring
No thinking, no time for reflection

The winds of change do not always ask for directions

and

I am happy 
I am so thankful 
I am so amazed
but I am also
scared
(not just of the obvious) 
but that internship
and what about research 
and those test scores
and how smart is smart enough?

When are you purposefully pulling the brown card
and when are you simply choosing to ignore all that has brought you here and the importance of 
context. 
And when have I achieved enough
When am I done
(and What do you even do when you’re done?) 
and the clock is laughing at me 
wagging it’s ticking fingers 
and yet I’m still waiting 
and watching
and sitting here 

Still up

She hated people. 

Somedays she just did. 

Alexandria often had bouts of annoyance with the human race. She couldn’t help it. Suddenly their complaints weren’t rational but petty bitching about the most idiotic things. Their sighs pinched her nerves and she wanted to have a never ending supply of duct tape to shut them up. She imagined that she would just ration out a portion for everyone, hand out the pieces, and nod to the people as if saying, “We both know the truth here.” She would be a Nike ad- Just do it- she would say to them. Suddenly the world would be quiet again. No grumbling, no laments. Perfect simple silence. Her tension headache would ease up and she would rest because for a few minutes Alexandria wouldn’t hate humans. For a few precious moments, she would be a member of the human race and not regret it. 

Preach sister! #greys #anatomy 

(via lulz-time)

Done Dreaming

Alexandria X admires brave souls 

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2013/02/17/1163179/-Done-Dreaming