August 2011
1 post
What a fucking hole I’m in. everything looks grey from here.
February 2011
1 post
Hay. I’m bacccck.
December 2009
2 posts
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its been to long.
“I was born in the arms of imaginary friends Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I’ve been” Now, I’m here lost and out of control. Not used to all these strings Now it seems my heart and life may Be at an all time low. Cant forget, cant remember Everything since yesterday. I get stoned to forget to breathe Relax, and let my soul slip right out and leave. Don’t wake me now, my train is...
July 2009
8 posts
nogoodboyo:
hecknonancy:
Am I the last person to find out lil Wayne is a fraud?
what.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mptMWzF1K_k
Am I the last person to find out lil Wayne is a fraud?
I’d feel so much better if I just tossed my cookies right now . I know. Tmi.
i woke up at 2 am.
got out of bed.
got a pint of ice cream.
downed it in about 5 minutes.
my tumblarity is at its lowest.
my social life is at its highest.
i keep spitting on my computer screen as i laugh at textfromlastnight.com
June 2009
16 posts
i actually just sent this message.
“I’m going to put you in my facebook profile picture. Thus making our relationship official.”
the world is a silly place.
For gnomechomsky.
nogoodboyo:
To settle the old pall mall/pell mell question.
From Vonnegut’s preface to Welcome to the Monkey House (which my little brother just bought, and I just took):
“And one time a pretty girl came up to me at a cocktail party, and she asked me, ‘What are you doing these days?’
‘I am comitting suicide by cigarette,’ I replied.
She thought that was reasonably funny. I didn’t. I thought...
rough draft.
They were the perfect kind of chaos. She - the simple pure indecisive. He - the hard raw honest. From this they made love. An unconventional kind that was not meant to be. Wasn’t even aloud to see the light of day. Every once in a while the wrong light would slip between the cracks. (It was imperfect harmony in complete darkness.) It was beautiful chaos feeling only what the hand can touch. And...
( i wrote this a while ago. its amateur but does it matter? youll probably never read it. )
(pity me)
lizzy settled in under the cover of her white down comforter. and began to dream. a dream not of the future, but of the past. suddenly she found herself in the little kitchen on 113 Cafe Lane where she used to play catch with her little brother, sam, while her unusually joyful mother attempted...
Someone should help me redo my tumblr.
Please.
It needs help.
Every damn thing we do these days is cliche.
Eventually, you do whatever the hell you want to do.
May 2009
22 posts
Once you hug someone for the first time, you have to hug them every time you see them from then on.
Arkansas is weird.
I like it.
“For a long while we just stood there, looking down at the profound and fleshless...”
– From “A Rose for Emily” by William Faulkner.
“Friendships are nothing like love affairs. Lovers are normally face to face,...”
– C.S. Lewis
[Green Street] Hooligans.
[Discussing the West Ham / Millwall Rivalry]
Matt Buckner: It’s like the Yankees and the Red Sox. Pete Dunham: More like the Israelis and the Palestinians.
“Yes, this planet is a terrible mess. But it has always been a mess. There have...”
– Kurt Vonnegut (via gnomechomsky)
today - my friend asked me if i thought she was punk.
i laughed.
“We value love not because it’s stronger than death but because it’s...”
– Jeffery Eugenides
unedited friend.
she’s beautiful and she knows it. her words are eloquent to those she knows. a mystery to strangers. closed as a book on most days. free and open only for five minutes. in those five minutes - if you happen to be in her presence at that one moment in time - you will feel like her closest friend. during the other 1435 minutes of the day. you feel like worthless shit. used up shit. your a...
Every once in a while...
I refuse to write in my journal because it makes my wrist hurt.
I type instead.
Carpal tunnel is way better than a hurt wrist, right?
“When there’s nothing left to burn - you have to set yourself on fire.”
AP English.
Exams could be the death of me.
“I have three things I’d like to say today. First, while you were sleeping...”
– Tony Campolo, speaking to a bunch of christians:
“And while Cinderella and her Prince did live happily ever after, the point,...”
– Grand Dame
Ever After