Fuck the Kindly Ones.
Fuck the cruel.
Fuck those who choose not to think and want to take the rest of the world with them.
Fuck her because she doesn't care.
And fuck the dreams of her, that make me miss her when all I want to do is forget. Fuck the dreams of her, even the cute ones where she's a space bounty hunter and talks to me like she used

I fall so many times. So many little and great failures. What is the answer? Why do we fall? The same answer as always. We fall, so we can pick outselves up again.

Mmmm, watching The Weather Man again. I haven't seen it in about a year. Makes me excited about the coming winter. Winter in law school, winter in the midwest, winter with new people. A winter of paper and ink. Then again I shouldn't count my eggs before they hatch ( Read more... )

There's something about a woman who is sultry and cute and oddly magnetic but who is also a basketcase; falling apart, fraying around the edges. Its so alluring, the crazy, unstable, beauty. It's like wanting to live in the crumbling ruins of a castle that I see on a hill side. Sure I know that it would never work, but I just want to spend as much ( Read more... )

Tonight I miss them all. One's smooth brown skin, another's dyed red hair, her narrow shoulders, her imperfect skin, her sultry eyes, her sexy voice. All of them rolled into one. If only one of them were here I wouldn't need anyone else ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think that the only way I'll be happy in life is to be completely abnormal. Normal is so boring, so stifling. Bad thoughts get louder, depression sets in, people are so much less interesting.

I find myself increasingly disgusted by people who have such cut and dry explanations and expectations of life.

Don't you want any mystery? Any

Mmmmmm, I feel like I get a bit of my old strength back. Like sunshine and water to a dying plant. Pain is still there, I'm not invulnerable, but power returns.

Being alone is comforting most of the time. No posing, no faking, being myself and being comfortable with it. Maybe that's why I don't sleep at night. Because everyone else is asleep, and I want to savor the solitude for as long as possible. No threats, no threatening, no walking the tight-rope as I try to be some semblence of normal. I lay in bed ( Read more... )

Do you know what is the problem with being Mr. Brightside? No matter how bad you feel, the people who hurt you don't believe they are doing it. They think you're invulnerable. Either that, or they just don't care. And I hope that isn't true.

Wanted to believe in all the words that i was speaking
As we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that i was telling
And all the playful misspellings
And every bite i gave you left a mark

Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn't want to fade
But they did and so did i that day