i'm forgetting again what it's like to sleep

i like that no one notices when i leave a room

4) i once wrote the most beautiful, depressing and inspiring poetry and prose for someone in particular. if only i could write them still for someone else. i've lost all my talent, all my melancholy tongue.

rthsthutysrthshghesru

meg. how do you do it?

hit the nail on the head, that is.

ps: i miss you, too

i discovered it.

star pictures

talent, welcome back.

genious. cha-ching!
nuclear fusion is fascinating, to say the least.

it makes my heart glad to know that the words are coming back ( Read more... )

it's like this

alchemy.

transmutation of metals and liquidation of solids
right in the palm of your hand.

light enough fires and burn enough chemicals and anything will look like what you want.

you're trying to weasel your way into this and it's not working.what happens when you're no longer welcome ( Read more... )

i am flailing.

it's begun. the new breed of human, the new race that everone older than us was afraid of, it's here. we are no superhumans with chiseled features and heroic tendancies. no bionic race, genetically engineered to lead and win. we are everything you told us not to become. we are the outcasts, the odd ones, the fringes of society forever ( Read more... )

i miss certain things. i miss the certainty that this or that gave me and i'm struggling with the replacements. it's alright. things will shape up.

and this picture makes me happy

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i feel like: whAbAm! here's twenty ( Read more... )

ps: let me just say that i have grasped a concept that i have grappled with my entire life. my life has gone through an earthquake.