February 2012
24 posts
anon
only ever really been in one relationship. lasted four years. done. almost 19. all i’m really looking for now is a job, diploma, and money saved so I can move state.
so no. i’m not.
Anonymous asked: Do you want a reltionship? What are you lookng for in a guy? BE honest
Watchdamnit
People fall in love sitting in a room alone
It’s always incredibly easy to “fall in love” because people are always feeling incredibly alone. If we all got past this loneliness- this terrible, cold, snow-globe-living, then perhaps we truly could. I found myself crying last night because I wanted everyone to realize this. And just love -pure, not because you feel alone and need someone, but because you have this...
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counting lives by how many “homes” i’ve had, because it’s always too blurry to connect to just be one. white flowers that remind me of mom’s dead friend she sometimes mentions. alanis morissette playing in the background. talking of irony. red wagon and brown rocking chair. chalk drawings of the dead end. no hand bike riding down hills. blue wooden flute and a...
He use to play an untuned guitar.
couch tonight because my bed is a long, mile away.
dirty old town
bullshit
My little brother just told me that sometimes, he likes it better on the floor. You know, I don’t know what or why this is, but we think almost the same things exactly a few days apart. I forget he’s only eleven-hasn’t gone through middle school or high school yet, but he just told me that, really, sometimes he likes it better just on the floor. And fuck. Even though I wrote it...
Last night, I found madness between a blanket and my floor while listening to the impossible sound of shivering from the cold of a broken, house furnace and curling next to a small, space heater. A comforting madness. One I could almost lay still to. From the quaking of my own body, brought restless, beautifully untamed, and incomplete thoughts. The kind of thoughts I would not mind whispering if...
The truth is, fuck “being civil.” fuck social norms. fuck sushi. fuck clothing stores. Maybe I’m just an asshole, but I sometimes really like standing on chairs in public, egging cars, yelling obscene things in fast food restaurants, never wearing shoes, only doing my hair on occasions and saying fuck it and not even brushing it most days, painting my face tribal and walking...
Anonymous asked: Why do you hiccup so randomly, and weirdly, and loud? You honestly sound like you have terrets.
Anonymous asked: Is everything no worries?
I took my senior quote from an old, 1975 novel I first read in 8th grade. I read the whole thing in one school day after checking it out of the library. Then took it home, and read it again. I could sit here and write all the reasons why I liked it and still do, and explain the characters, and the plot and the not so plot, and go into detail about the motorcycle boy, but I won’t.
Truth...
January 2012
36 posts
i had a blue bird once. that i named blue bird. it...
i realize. that some of my stories aren’t capitvating -just nonchalant recaps of the past.
What was i thinking at 6am?
I should point out. that I use an exceeding amount of periods. all of the time. But I think I like it as so. because that’s what happens when I talk. I take long pauses. in unusual places. Commas just wouldn’t work.
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turn those clapping hands into angry, balled fists
Sleep on pillows made in Singapore. Wrapped in comforters. Sweating through sheets. Drinking coffee in the morning flown in on aeroplanes across vast seas. And your house is made of wood. Central air. Central Heat. You’ve got your furniture of particle board. Your doors are locked for safety. You walk in leather shoes. Pants of denim. Black cotton sweatshirt. And you do what you do because...
“Dude this taste great by the way. Just saying. Just saying. I wonder if it’s just because I’m high.” -me
“You know what else taste great? -Ice cream. Now hit the bowl.” -shelby
“I feel like this does taste like ice cream though. like, Definitely. Definitely.” -me
if
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my twin sister just might be the death of me
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Last night, my little brother asked me to dance with him before his bedtime to a song titled “Uncle Johnny” by the Killers. We danced in his room like mad people, blasting the music over my mom’s phone call in the next room, stomping to the drum beat in circles, exclaiming that our appetites ain’t got no heart when my mom asked us to turn it down. It was genuine; pure fun...
fuck tumblr.
“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around -nobody big, I mean -except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff -I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where...
staring-at-the-moon asked: Not asking anonymously 'cause I can. And it's not really a question, just wanted to say hi and I love you <3 :)
I don’t know what exactly, but Ive got an unbearable yearn for something -a terrible, unbearable yearn, and I wish someone would hurry and help me find it. A place, an idea, an experience -an experience.
Anonymous asked: you should brush your hair.
Anonymous asked: you fall asleep in every class but still get As. how does that work
Anonymous asked: I see you in school a lot.
Anonymous asked: you always look lost to be honest.
Anonymous asked: I wish I could expect you in a certain place at a certain time like most people. I don't know why it is so hard for you. This bothers me.