Hoooray for touching yourself!

and thus I prove to myself that not only is talking about your personal issues to your friends unhelpful, it's also apparently entirely unnecessary. I now have a justified reason for being so closed off. Yess ( Read more... )

Language
is atonement,
an appeasement
of the speechless,
the entombed,
the daily
assassinated,
the countless dead.

But I'm not hungry, I'm just empty....

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A pulse-beat, insisting,
a surge of wet syllables.
without saying a word,
my forehead grows dark:
a presentiment to language.
Patience patience.

-Ocatvio Paz

busy, busy, busy! Im always busy!!

This is from a text convo that me and Rachel just had this morning; I lose, clearly.

Me: ooooh, you little jigaboo

Rachel: Youz the jigaboo

Me: idk...I mean, i may be the OG jigaboo, but damn...you're like a prodegy...ain't no one as jigga as you, boo.

Rachel: No you're definitely the ultimate jigga.

Me: Ooooh no, thats def not true. You out jiga me by ( Read more... )

The fact that I let myself like you as much as I did for that time we were talking.....or the fact that I still think about it every once in a while.

Ugh.

(Your daddy must have been a drug dealer)
(why??)
(cuz you dope.)