February 2010
164 posts
i like stories with whimsical plots.
never love a narcissist.
“There was one moment where they were riding their little ponies in Scotland, and...”
– Paul McCartney (via iamtheplague) (via deadgrotty)
so this is how i feel right now.
like none of the things people say apply to me at all. you know, like “oh cool good for you” but really it has nothing to do with me. i feel like i am not a part of this world anymore, because when i try to think of people who are like me, i can’t think of any. and when i try to think of my interests and things i like to talk about i can’t think of anything at all. i hope...
January 2010
109 posts
“It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have...”
– Chuck Palahnuik (via artpixie) (via yerawizardharry) (via timelesshourglass) (via lookforward)
in my dream
my boyfriend liked to swim at the pool built on the edge of the waterfall. you know, the current dragging you down the waterfall, people struggling against it and losing every once in a while. and the lifeguard sat there doing her lifeguard thing, tanning or whatever, and since i lost one of my family members to that waterfall at one point in my life, i was weary of the current. i kept on asking...
“I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the...”
– j.d. salinger
“If you think someone is sane, you probably just don’t know them well...”
today i wore a shirt that had triangles on it and...
ifyouthinkyourealive:
livinginniggerland:
austinidhitit:
am i indie
tooo indie to handle
did you wear your toms and ride a fixed gear bike around your college? do you read shakespeare, plath, and hemingway?
oh and don’t forget your polariod camera
I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.
allarmsandlegs:
grayskymorning:
nickdrake:(via michelleneedsalife)
Reblog with a pickup line.
robertxy:
gabbylabby:
robertxy:
aestheticsdonthurtonebit:
erikaainwonderland:
readme-readmenot:
(via elmowriteslove)
Did you just fart? Because you blew me away. (;
Do you know Pikachu? Cause I’d like to PEEK AT CHU
I lost my number, can I have yours? ;)
Do you have a map? because I just got lost in your eyes. :P
I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over...
ok, so if i bomb one chemistry test per semester,...
just kidding. wish i wasn’t.
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murder in 3 stages
(1) mannequin he is so sweet, with no face. No eyes to glare that frightful glare Or ears to eavesdrop on your fear. You hold him now Plastic in your arms. The weight is no burden compared To the weight of a burdensome Human soul. He’ll lie in your room The sun walking across his flawless skin, His white plastic perfection. You’ll dress him up in lavender and linen, Burlap and lace And in his...
books i am thinking about reading
the virgin suicides by jeffrey eugenides
a study in scarlet by sir arthur conan doyle
on the road by jack kerouac
alice’s adventures in wonderland by lewis carroll
girl, interrupted by susanna kaysen
song of solomon by toni morrison
leaves of grass by walt whitman
that’s it.
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you’re hiding something behind that smile a secret, maybe, that settled overnight on the unsuspecting petals of your conscience. wise and intriguing and bittersweet anything but innocent a poison, maybe that slowly spread like cancer softly numbing descreetly killing. no doubt i’ve fallen for it many times, i loved how my death tasted, thick and warm and honey-sweet. a hope, maybe that i’ve filed...
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it’s autumn and i would rather not see all those shades of orange clouding my line of vision. i’ve promised to phone home this year but already i can tell, between french literature, sunbathing and the theatre, i will not be keeping my promise. girls in plaid skirts walk across the campus with silver-buttoned boys at their heels and colette, as always is indifferent, bored, a little bit. bored...
people are so boring
and i am the most boring one of all. i am in the process of boring myself to death. i am just so bored right now. i don’t know what to do with myself.
it takes a considerable amount of talent to do...
which is take apart my glasses (for no apparent reason, by the way), lose the two little screws, find one of them using a magnet, lose it again in the process of screwing it on, try to use a paperclip to fix my glasses, lose a part of that, too (but it will probably show up to stab the foot of me or one of my family members one day), and finally find out that i have done nothing with my evening....