February 2012
85 posts
“It is saying these things that keeps us from falling apart. And maybe by...”
– John Green, Paper Towns (via dustglitterrainn)
“to prove that she must still exist she moves herself about her fist & never ever gave a shit about all those words you’re wasting again. some pretty bright & bubbly wondrous dream you’d like to kill & claim & claim her as your own. but don’t you worry, all those dainty & dirty emotions just go away and fade out on their own. sister, now that we’re grieving our fingers...
i want to make music. i want to make beautiful music. someone make music with me.
Well I say come with that bag and confine me to bed Take away all my pain with that good medicine I will be easy I want to be easy for you I can be cruel let me be gentle with you
my mind’s sore. from all this constant processing & stressing. a trip to somewhere beautiful with someone lovely is exactly what i need right about now.
Anonymous asked: Reccomend some good music? I need something new to listen to.
as if i hadn’t learned it before. i tried my hardest to keep it all in, but i ain’t keeping it in no more. made mistakes every day & i learned from two; keep those that you love, the furthest from you & try to take care of them too. it’s just a feeling i had, & it ain’t what i think i should do, pluck out my heart & i’ll give it to you, &...
“amy’s got a baby in her stomach, she took my hand & i felt it kick, so she’s crying & glowing, she’s three months & showing, seeing her now makes me want to live. but her mans got an angry mouth, he once told me to rot in hell, he’s poisonous, reasonless, demons & jesus, if he died it’d be just as well. so i’m having it out with the...
& so i am reminded of things i’ve forgotten. the way doors can open and people just walk in. it’s not unexpected, no it’s just how you planned it. i’m beginning to think that it might never happen. but now it is happening. there’s a show we can see at the base outside of town, where the planes they turn circles in the air. i watch you stand next to me with your...
“i know a girl who cries when she practices violin cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her & then the melody comes pouring out her eyes. now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie.”
-bright eyes
i can dream you gone.
i awake in the light feeling hollow & selfishly warm, close the blinds & retreat until what is burning is gone & its light is away. then we are back in the dark chasing nothing through backyards & trees. you ripped your shirt on a fence but it didn’t get me. yeah, it’s fear, it makes you slow & these creatures look cooked, their shadows cut lines through my face & the...
what separates the humans from the animals? deep down inside all of our minds are wild.
all i ask for is the truth, no matter how terrible or ugly it may be; lie to me & i’ll lie to you.
i’m starting over & i’m giving everyone a chance. also! happy birthday to mr. kurt cobain.
“yes, i was infacuated with you. i am still. no one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation to me. i cut you out because i couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. before i give my body, i must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams & you weren’t having any of those.”
everything is magic & we are wild. fuck the government, fuck them all. let go, let go, let go. feel the magic; inhale, exhale, repeat again, feel it shoot through your veins & fill the hollow spots in your brain. let go, let go, let go, lose what is still sane, we’re all the same. life is just a game. let go, let go, let go. win.
death. data entry. ant hill law. encoded arc our common cause. drink liquid clocks ‘til i see god. crystal display. can’t turn it off. shh…shhh. don’t talk, don’t talk.
the air is electric & our skin bounces off our hollow bones & repeats again. summer is on the way so we release venom into our veins with the hope our lives will change by then. you used to hate change but now it’s what gets you throught the days. but you say we’ll be okay after the rain sinks into our bodies & washes away the countless sin. but we don’t know where to...
“so you say there are spaces open & wide. believe me, there’s days longer than nights & you will be happy the minute you try. but you don’t try. & you speak of a fever that burns you inside as you explain to your mother how you wanted to die. she kisses your fingers, says, ‘my darling but why, when there is so much more.’ do you know there are spaces open...
i find that life is easier when it is just a blur, with no details to confuse who or what or where i was. so when the ending comes the full regret will seem obscure but these days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold & this apartment could ot be prettier as when we danced up there alone. the tv is old, the color is fucked, do you see the difference in the shades? but the green is...
what happened to the summer of love?
“it’s a sad way to be, just my bones inside of me”
i dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave.
love first! revolution second.
close your eyes, the dark outside can't hurt you &...
the heat comes in distant shifts to fill up my room. it spills out of these ancient vents to meet the new cold and i lay in my twisted sheets & stare out at the snow thinking of the next few months. my cold and lifeless eyes. no, i’ve never felt so seperate. then there’s you but that’s so obvious so i just i just said it, it’s hopeless and i know this, that’s why i can’t dream. no desire or...
“Some people will never know true love and I feel bad for them. They make the...”
– Solipsist by Henry Rollins (via thechocolatebrigade)
happy birthday to the number one most amazing person in the world. conor oberst! made me feel less alone/crazy. i love you. stay gold.
i expect too much. i hate my mind.
birthday of a suicidal, schizrophrenic mind. i love you. i miss you. family/friend of mine.
we escape from that place, soaked with sweat and the poison we drank. fill the bathtub with ice & hope this fever will break like a heart easily, but i do not recall all the words that were formed on those wire lips as they greeted me, a promise was made without thought as the temperature climbed & i started to sink like the moon tends to do if you stare at it too long, then you blink...
