December 2009
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don't you wish sometimes that you can look at...
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she is invisible— a cutout of a snowflake on tissue-thin paper fragile as a human heart forgettable as love poems whispered across an ocean she’s the misty dawn that breaks before reality the dream you wished had never disappeared
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“Widow. The word consumes itself —-
Body, a sheet of newsprint on the fire...”
– sylvia plath, widow
the truth
and it might sound a little shallow, but i love looking at pretty people. girls, boys, young, old… reallly, who doesn’t?
and you might expect me to say “but really, i don’t judge people by their appearances,” (and i really am tempted to say that,) but that would not be honest, because i do, but only until i get to know them. it’s a little bit impossible for me...
currently reading:
the bible
vogue
sylvia plath’s collected poems
this psychology book
fight club
and i have to say, i’m pretty enjoying all of them
i always find things out on yahoo →
for the sake of celebrities, i’m kinda glad that 2009 is almost over.
why do silences always have to be awkward? why...
i mean, i love not talking. what if you just think together. it’s fun. sometimes you have better things to do than talk about trivial and/or self-centered things, you know?
kari-shma:
Vampire Weekend | Walcott
book 99 years overdue →
i saw this on yahoo today
“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I’ve ever...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via simplyshady)
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murderrrrr
Hand in hand we’ll walk a mile Through the crooked city by the sea
The dawn that breaks competes with pretty smiles Of ladies walking down the pebbled beach The dewdrops in the rising sun beguiles The footsteps of the rising summer heat the children in the church pews dreamt of wild adventures and forbidden legacies The gray-dressed girls, they whispered as they filed Onto the bitter hardness of...
things i am going to do in the winter
make collages
sing
hibernate
eat
shop
work
write villanelles until i get good
write other stuff
talk to people
doodle
partyy
watch movies
read fight club
read poems
download songs
read magazines
I sort of hate those little white lies.
cookysncream:
Honestly… those positive comments are comfortable to the ears. But, I want to know the truth.
yes! i hate telling them and receiving them. but i do both. ugh
“In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity”
– Albert Einstein (via kari-shma)
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another villanelle (:
Hand in hand we’ll walk a mile
Through the crooked city as it sleeps
Listen to the song of an orphan child
.
Our eyes are wide and ears are ringing while
We listen to the ocean as it speaks
Hand in hand we’ll walk a mile
.
The dawn that breaks competes with pretty smiles
of ladies walking down the pebbled beach
Listen to the song of an orphan child
.
The dewdrops in the rising sun...
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villanelle (my first one)
I’m like a daydream in this little world
A dewdrop on a delicate bird’s wing
I’m tossed away as the night unfurls
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A baby hidden in a head of curls
I’ll whisper in the morning as I sing
I’m like a daydream in this little world
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Smile and laugh and kiss your little girl
The moon cannot remember anything
I’m tossed away as the night unfurls
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search the shorelines, bring her back...