"I have to say this because I know you won't."

I won't. Because I don't want to say it. I don't want to tell you the truth. I don't want to cut your feet on my little truths like blades of grass swaying in a cold breeze, so don't walk any closer. The truths of my self. I don't want to show you, and I don't want to look. To turn around and look ( Read more... )

It's hard to tell what love is ( Read more... )

Although I spent most of the day today writing quotes on popsicle sticks ( Read more... )

My ex first love still loves me ( Read more... )

Ever feel like things are moving too fast, like a tilt-o-whirl and you're screaming but can't get off...? You can't keep up, you can't slow it down, all the things you wish you could see are whizzing by, blurry and out of focus. You want to take a closer look, but as soon as you lean in they're already gone. Your position of control seems lost. You ( Read more... )

I had always wondered why we spent so much time in high school english class making sure everyone knew what "irony" meant. Now I reminisce back to the days when irony was just a literary device, and nothing more ( Read more... )

the things that give me pleasure these days do not come from me. you know? they are coming from external sources.

without external sources we are nothing, lass

yeah I suppose.

our bodies are more designed for input

I think its like a web. The input and output... it isn't productive to send your output in the same direction as your input because then it ( Read more... )

Show me a torn carcass lying in a barren, waterless desert with only scavengers in sight.
and I can relate.
Show me a stampede of elk through the wet, green forest growth with the beauty and grace of life surrounding them.
and I can relate.
But show me a thousand year old tree in all of it's peace, all it's solitude, all it's splendid glory,
and I know ( Read more... )

Last night was a trip.

Shitty comedians made funny by hilarious friends.
Random boy hitting on me action.
Trying to rescue kittens from the Chinese marketplace trash area.
Pool hall antics.
Stories about said boy being associated with assholeish people.
Ditching said boy.
Realizing that friends are A LOT more fun than boys.
Car windows (not mine, thank god ( Read more... )

What do I really want? Over and over again like a broken record and I am screaming my reply, screaming it now, "I don't know ( Read more... )