rushmore417  
Single Women Staten Island, New York, NY, Light Brown Hair, Hazel Eyes
 Location: Staten Island New York
 Zip Code: 10301
 Age: 28, Aries
 Height: 5 ft. 4 in.
 Hair, Eyes: Light Brown, Hazel
 Body: Athletic
 Ethnicity: White
 Religion: Christian/Protestant
 Politics: Very Liberal
 Education: Some College
 Income: Didn't Say
 Job: Full-Time Student
 Smoke: Don't Smoke
 Has Kids: No
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About Me
I often find it hard to define myself, as I'm constantly changing on a daily basis- I am an anomaly of sorts you could say. So instead of describing what kind of person I am, I'll share with you some pieces of writing that matter to me most, and perhaps you can decide that for yourself.
Btw I'm a science major so i seldom have time to think about anything else so if it takes me a year and a day to respond I'm not being an a**hole, I'm just exhausted beyond belief. However I like conversations of substance those that lack depth rarely hold my interest. just saying haha

Ennui
By Sylvia Plath

"Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing will occur:
cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning she
will still predict no perils left to conquer."

The Road Less Traveled
By Robert Frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Birches (shortened)
By Robert Frost

So was I once myself a swinger of birches;
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches."

As I Walked Out One Evening
By W.H Auden

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing

Under an arch of the railway:
Love has no ending.
'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,

And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,

Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.

'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.

'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.

'O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:

Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

'O stand, stand at the window

As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.

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1940's and 50's, art, biology, comics/graphic novels, cupcakes, dancing, drawing, journalism, kisses, laughing, movies, music (eclectic), penguins, philosophy, photography, poetry, punk rock, reading (a lot), serial killer stats, singing, sleep :-), watching documentaries, writing
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