not by chance at first glance i knew you were in. but how long has it been, how long, living from song to song, since we were breaking taboos without snotty "fuck you"s? the hugs that really meant something. the new ideas to explore. an interpersonal connection worth so much fucking more. living, learning, loving. feeling like i belonged. actually ( Read more... )

you'd think that word was bond, you'd think it was good as gold. but now you're fucking gone, and i hope we die before we get old. if there was a hell i'd say "i'll see you there." breathe in that smell, you know it's fear. we'd grapple for eternity. never one to come out on top. dying drenched in enmity. unable to make it stop. the sweat, the ( Read more... )

so i wrote a short story (2193 words) over the past few days. and... i'm pretty pleased with it. i managed to avoid both the excessive smut that i tend to fall into and the trap of the easy ending. there's a certain metaphorical quality to the storm trope too. yay english class ! haha. amy totally wants to tap it. also: the title and chapters are ( Read more... )

i am your blind spot. look closely and you'll see i'm not two, or three; it's just me. and you can't ignore me forever, friends in fair weather but lovers in storms (like platonic forms) and someone once said to me that she couldn't tie loose ends 'cause she'd never been to kindergarten, but i'm free of that burden. as much as this is hurting i'll ( Read more... )

so i'm listening to the bouncing souls (manthem at the moment, but the song's changing... now it's true believers, fuck yes) and they are so effin good. holy crap. i kinda wish they were touring on their own this summer rather than on the warped tour because of the criminally short sets. oh well. hopefully paint it black will put out a new record ( Read more... )

the room is stuffy, black. unconscious. some people see well in the dark. the killing weighs on his conscience. families, lives torn apart. he's trapped between the covers and the guilt. all those people he killed stand now around his sweaty bed. breathing sharply; surrounded by the dead. those fingers that had flown so true now tremble. gripping ( Read more... )

i feel like a vacuum...

always needing, wanting, trying to pull what i want out of the world without actually moving... except perhaps backwards and forwards over it, hoping the force of my desire will win out.

too much beauty and i've got a really low threshhold for it.

sigh.

it's not that you're playing with me like i'm a toy, but your hands hurt me so much, you're breaking the boy. sit here and strum, hand you the gun, we both know how this will end. face looking glum, empty of joy, let's see how far back i can bend. i'm portending, you're pretending. we both know how this will end. old friendships die hard, even when ( Read more... )

Advanced Global Personality Test Results
Extraversion |||||||||||||| 56% Stability |||||| 23% Orderliness |||||| 26% Accommodation |||| 16% Interdependence |||||| 30% Intellectual |||||||||||||||||||| 83% Mystical || 10% Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 90% Religious || 10% Hedonism || 10% Materialism |||||||||||||| 56% ( Read more... )

so my output so far has pretty much sucked ( Read more... )