January 2010
i hate that this is the second time your existence...
boy oh boy
there will be nothing quite like your love.
I cant ever see you. I cant ever see you. I cant ever see you. I cant ever see you.
I’ve loved with every follicle, every pore, every cell, every gesture.
I wonder if you think ill of me. I know you have for a while, and I never fully understood what I did for you to loathe my existence. I never hurt you. I never broke you. However, it...
you and your winter lovers
you fucking suck.
the both of you
just suck
On top of my hormones, I have to envision. Fantastic.
“In the beginning GOD created the world. Waste and void. Waste
and void. And...”
– T.S Eliot- Courses from “The Rock”
I'm calloused
and its cool.
nothing.
“Dear Kinsey,
I miss you. I feel silly writing this in a f-book message, but I...”
– I wish I knew what to say to you, love.
“why, yes! sometimes I believed as many as six impossible things before...”
– breakfast at tiffanys
Maybe he could wait a while? Maybe grow too tired or old. maybe they just lay to look. (with speeches made, I verge to tell) While we were young, we all laughed and we sung. Now we’ve been beat by work.(or one anothers love) Oh, he just waits, he just hopes, and he prays. (or lays with the pretty skinned) But the more she is loved she hurts…(I fucked up the healing) It’s rude to...
fools forgotten love
im drug free, im crazy mind free im anxiety free....
these arent days, just a different gray.
welp!
damn.
curse the rose. curse the rain. now two bodies can’t stay the same.
My dad said he "thought of me instantly" when he... →
my classes are gonna be fun. I’m going to learn!
Environmental biology!psychology!philosophy!world religions!
oh yeah.
I must seek restoration.
Ok God, lets get started.
I have to remember that you’re not good for me. You’re not good for me. You’re not good for me. Non existent happenings hit my core.
You’re not in my life anymore. This is ok. This is ok. This is ok.
I need to be healed.
I havent had this feeling in months.
stop worrying. stop worrying.
she says “he’s an old chapter”
I’m inside of myself, and everyones words float through my ears and down to nothing. callow, defunct banter, and my head hurts from lack of water.
I’m worn from bearing your emotions.
I’m worn from loving you, yet I understand that our love is foreign.
I’m worn from always doing the talking. or always doing the listening.
I take care of people, but no one will take care...
we can sit up. i need help straightening my back.
i cant give you anything more than what i've...
boobs, sorry i cant reblog what you'veposted. i...
i cannot sleep. thinking about good it use to feel...
About thirty minutes ago, upon my waking from slumber, a surge of thought exploded into my mind…cool!
Perhaps its because I’ve been reading Dinesh D’souza, What’s So Great About Christianity?. Alot of what I’ve written is inspired by D’souza. So, I listened to my thoughts, then went back to the D’souza for some enlightenment. Listen up.
Darwinists are...
If I really meant it, I’d embrace a dead cat. Or enter into a bet. That I could be held high, from a telephone wire, with no poor boy’s pot. no books under foot. no stack of yogo mats of foam chord cusion pads. to lessen the pressure of the phone chord, choking my neck.
On July 21 2009, I wrote in this tumblr
“I’ve know that we have an expiration date.
7/04/08-?/??/??”
I will complete that for you.
7/04/08-10/16/09
And I just realized…
A year and three months is the duration in which we dated as well.
Its good to know you only last that long.
Brother Sport- Animal Collective →
please don't go! i'll eat you up i love you so
standing still; placement withholding. I wonder when circumstances will begin unfolding;molding metamorphism into clay pots and lucid transitional phasing.
lucid transitional phasing
lucid transitional phasing
I awoke, and viewed images of the past. images of sailing to langkawi. tropical joints with a muslim man, displaying Christ on his left shoulder. I want to feel this misery, like how my...
so why dont we just fall into waves?cant you see...
“ Tarot cards and the lines in my hand tell me I’m wrong, but they’re untrue. And...”
– Eliott Smith