January 2011
I really hope that at no point tonight I say, “I’m inlove with you.”
but it’ll probably happen and I suppose it will be okay, because I am.
December 2010
dopehero asked: i really, really like your blog. a lot. and i like you a lot. i wish we knew each other in real life <3
so, here's to tonight & spending it with you....
one memory that has just blew through me is from a few new years’ ago. I was staring at the fire, and all I kept think was, “how did I make it here? please don’t let me make it into the new year, I couldn’t bear another 365 days.” every year after has been similar, perhaps less dramatic but still resonating with the same ideal: this year took away so many things,...
you can try to fix my broken wings, you can know...
if you were happy all the time you wouldn't be...
I can hear the price is right in the background of my house. those waves of cheering and that body of hands coming together.
underneath those name tags, everyone one of those hearts will stop. some may wake up and realize war has been waged and cancer is on the battlefront. maybe one or two are going to murder husbands and wives. suicide. some of those kids, they’ll have a traumatic...
if I'm a liar and you're a cheat, atleast we both...
I don’t have many physical insecurities. which is unnatural, I suppose, for a teenage girl. I have a deep and overbearing handi-cap, however, of the inability to be in a vulnerable state. even when I’m blitzed, or smashed, or royally fucked, I still will choke on words like: family, relationship, pain, etc. I don’t like confrontation if what needs to be said involves me feeling...
open your eyes and live
eat octopus and collect fruit flies from all over the world. sell sea shells you found in the country side and tell everyone you grew up raised by rodents. have tea parties but serve coffee. write raps about the struggles of the suburbs. dye your hair lavender and magenta. just do it. taxidermy cats. wine bottles filled with juice. live independent.
no fear.
no fear.
lethalmutation:
why am i so
addicted
to you
?
if home is where the heart is, I've got a house...
I romanticize things. I’ve always done it. when I was younger I could of cried over the hardships encountered by a ball of lint, and I often did. as I matured, so did this intimate and naive perspective. now, with cold hands, everyone holds a piece of me. just, they don’t know it. a fragment of myself in everyones back pocket, everyones wallet or tucked behind their ear. I’ve...
heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper?
on his way down past each floor, he kept saying to reassure himself:
so far so good..
so far so good..
so far so good.
but how you fall doesn’t matter. its how you land.