February 2011
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I don't care if I don't get any sleep tonight,...
I can honestly say this is the happiest I’ve been in a while.
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January 2011
76 posts
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7 Wants.
mateojose:
1. Graduation
2. Graduation
3. Graduation
4. Graduation
5. Graduation
6. Graduation
7. College
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The sound of loneliness makes me happier.
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The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New
You...
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evanescent.
one of those days, honestly, that’s all it is. one of those days, twenty-fours spent in the prison of a bed, limbs under covers and not wanting to leave, wallowing in the warmth and folds of bitterness and unhappiness. not in anguish, just not happy, discontent with where i am and who i’ve become and how i’ve been reduced to flesh and bones, sipping indifferently at some once...
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monday night drive.
like a candlelight reflection on glass, everywhere.
transparent, thin the air and flickering flame,
a sky haze falling without hesitance,
floating into the other side of day—
everywhere, still around me, the sunset.
the words strung to worries strung to fears ebb,
ebb into the infinite sound of some radio song,
singing above the rush of engine, rush of awe,
rush of all my body has...
I have never felt so alone. The sadness always finds me once I find refuge under the covers. It feels endless, and I just let myself wallow in my hurt. I’m too helpless to get out.
I need sleep to take me. I need this night to end.
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“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would...”
– Sylvia Plath. (via simplyclare)
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The Hedgehog's Dilemma →
murdercitydevil:
The hedgehog’s dilemma, or sometimes the porcupine dilemma, is an analogy about the challenges of human intimacy. It describes a situation in which a group of hedgehogs all seek to become close to one another in order to share their heat during cold weather. However, once accomplished, they cannot avoid hurting one another with their sharp quills. They must step away from...
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My sculpture project requires that I cut pages out...
I feel like I am committing murder.
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i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my mind to shut up i need my...
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coward.
backbone made of sand,
i’m telling you it crumbles under hands
trying to make castles and moats
where the water meets the land,
where the rigid bone deteriorates
into sand, sand, sand, sand—
backbone made of sand,
i’ve got nothing rightfully said,
your words are my words
slipping through my fingers
without strength to hold it in,
and your ideas become my voice
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exhaustion washes over me with the sweetest smile,
it’s an ocean wave of absences and fluttering
eyelids one time, two times, three times and the
rush hour thoughts find home somewhere else tonight
not here not here not here, my mind is as calm as
death or maybe even a better life,
i can barely keep my eyes from falling under too
deep into myself, sleeping underneath the covers
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light.
All white, just like it should be. Clean and bright and warm and white. Not a single sound, hushed and welcoming, still. She smiled. She could have sworn the bathroom hadn’t been cleaned recently, the counters covered in still opened bottles of makeup and cleansers, the floor buried beneath clothes and wet towels, the shower curtain still bunched to one side. She could have sworn it was a...
tangiers-deactivated20110826 asked: 'i like to write and cuddle and paint and be lazy and drink tea'
HAHAHA shit, that might was well be my about me.
HAHAHA shit, that might was well be my about me.
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snobsparis asked: HEY MY FRIEND WHAT UP I SEE YOUR BLOG I LIKE THEM I WANNA KNOW IF YOU CAN FOLLOW ME I FOLLOW IM FROM PARIS I WANT EXCHANGE GOOD PICTURE WITH YOU THANKS SO MUCH @dieycisse it my twitter ;)
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a girl with a clock face.
emotionless, like a clock face
trapped in circuitous tedium
tracing numbers with hands
who have been everywhere
they are ever to go or be,
hovering over the two and
then on to the three, moving
and moving like a machine,
knowing time by the hour
but never by the dates
a clock face immortality,
yet it does not know it lives,
that it moves forward in time
because it only knows the same...
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and it all drains away;
I climb up onto the roof like I always used to, limbs awkwardly clinging onto the ledge and edging out of the window in unison. I am fifteen years old again, maybe even sixteen. Red the sky and cold the wind, the day is fading fast. The houses do not move, yet the shadows still find them all the same. Dancing across the lawns, up the walls, over the roofs. Everything succumbs to darkness, but for...
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