this is so tragically meant to be.

I love you.

 ah drunk. I'm not even sure what I am trying to get out here. vomit, most likely. boys playing video games that remind me of my sibling's childhood. which reminds me of my own childhood. which reminds me not to think too much ( Read more... )

That couch I was borrowing ( Read more... )

I really don't think you give a shit about me.

what am I still doing here?

this is getting ridiculous.

you're holding my wrists steady and yet I'm still biting and scratching at the air.

stalemate?

stop the fucking dancing and ask me already! now this is serious, because you know how much I <3 dancing.

I just came across this quote from Phillip Yancey, and I'd never heard of him but immediately started to write him off as an idiot. Then remembered that annoying voice in my house telling me to be more analytical ( Read more... )

I've been talking about disappearing since I was seventeen.

Just grow a pair and fucking do it.

I feel like stringing myself up by the toes and letting the blood pool at the wrong end of me. Open the floodgates and out it will go, sticky and warm on the cool linoleum. It could happen. I saw it on TV. Such neat, clean dead flesh.

A nicely dressed, fairly articulate man on The Colbert Report is annoying me. He means well, I am sure. And he is making a very good argument about unchecked presidential power. But what I cannot help but focus on is his liberal usage of the phrase "human nature". He repeatedly refers to human beings as "flawed" which is a completely normal thing ( Read more... )

I always get this feeling about now. I know what it is. I've come to recognize it. We've been around the block a few times now. Me and my unshakable pal. My dear old not-quite-friend. Panic ( Read more... )