January 2012
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When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen’s “off with her head” Remember what the dormouse said; “Feed your head, feed your head”
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i fucking hate you. i hate you for who you are, who you pretend to be, and for who you were and will turn out to be in the future. i hate the way you say my name like it means something more than some syllables you’ve caressed with your tongue like all your other lovers, like i’m not just another string of letters in your alphabet soup of girls, identical in substance, different only...
December 2011
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At times I’ve shouted out unprovoked, at the world and you, Just to see if the people around me react. Sometimes I think they’re all acting, At times I’m scared that I’m acting too, like My movements are stage directions. Was that a change in topic or a beat in the scene? Have I been taking my emotional cues from scripts I wrote at sixteen? Maybe I just think about it all so much That that...
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November 2011
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October 2011
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I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one’s ever seen you without makeup. You’re always made up. And I’m sick of your tattoos, and the way you always criticize the Smiths… and Morrissey. And I know that you’re a sucker for anything acoustic. But when I say let’s keep in touch, I really mean I wish that you’d grow up. This is the first song for...
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This isn’t just a waste of time, addictions made me stronger but you can’t be stoned all the time. Do you realize that you apologize when it’s not your fault, ‘cause we’re all fucked up.
Do you really think that its worth it to be all worried about time, worried about time?
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ocean nights and skies are the in-betweens. the untouchable when everything seems to be drawing the shades and laying down to rest, the thought that this much effort will ever be attempted again. i can’t share.
funny as fuck (x
Watchi miss when life was this simple.
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sipping sweet nectarine sticky prickly hazy dream, juices oozing with ease, liquid lapping in bloodflow streams. curling inward and outward, we drink with pomegranate seeds in our teeth, caressing and agressing, turning tables and knocking knees. now, suck in the saccharine poison let it set deep, from head to feet, unleash the entropy of a thousand ages, whizzing in a mad dance of cloudy glee....
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i've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
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if you go far away i would grow sails or wings to cross the deep, above or underneath.
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i've concluded
that gay men are the Yodas of post-modern society.
September 2011
35 posts
the grocery list
baths - lovely bloodflow apartment - young the giant new pony - dead weather (or bob dylan) waiting for my ruca - sublime sad sad city - ghostland observatory the science of love - foxy shazam 40 day dream - edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros the lengths - black keys
it costs money to lose money and costs money to...
eventually i’ll have to shave dollars off my own bark just to make ends meet.
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i mean c'mon, you're into science.
well for once i am stumped. for once i don’t know what to say. for once i don’t know how to be alluring and enticing and interesting and full of life and knowledge and vitality and confidence, false or not.
for the first time i find myself stumbling for something smart to say; for once i find myself staring at my hands wondering why something worthwhile won’t come out of my...
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This world is a beautiful place & I am no longer...
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Watch
i can't help
but run away at the first sign of something promising.
what is it about being a teenage girl that makes the world burst into flames, then just as suddenly turn black and white and old? what is it about this tendency, this red river coursing through soft channels and sharp turns, this utter sense of hopelessness in the face of everything promising you can think of, that makes foundations wash away with a hiss on a midnight shoreline? what is it ...
-- a t o m i c
this is me
a particle wafting down from a cosmic spray in some nebulous region in the corner of the universe; where fate and destiny brush fingertips for the first time in a lightyear; where a distant star is mid-supernova, bursting, radiating, effusing with brilliance; beauty before demise; a flash of light and sparks and moments and memories before the black hole non-existence of...
a transitory moment
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I'M GOING TO CRY
i’m looking up old photos so i can print them out at walgreens and put them in my dorm.
and wtf.
i used
to be
so
fucking
cute!!!
WHAT HAPPENED?
WHAT.
HAPPENED?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
i can’t help but feel incompetent.
never good enough never pretty enough never charismatic enough never nice enough never smart enough
put this on. take this off. say this to her! don’t say that to him! i wish you looked like i wish you went to i wish you had i wish you were why can’t you be more responsible? why can’t you be more considerate? why can’t you...
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