this is not a confessional. i have not come here to tell you of my sins and my trepidations through this shadowed valley of life. only to say that i am so goddamn lonely that sometimes i wake up, wet with dreaming sweat with my stomach in knots that only boyscouts could create. i choose this lonliness though. i crave it i live for it. an ( Read more... )

my life is a sweet beautiful mess ( Read more... )

i just read a piece of art called Everything is Illuminated. And from these words I gathered this piece of wisdom ( Read more... )

i never looked at a plane like that. with an exact mixture of longing and sadness, sitting in a cramp car that was cruising (or as much as a car can cruise on the Chicago skyway) towards big city lights. suddenly that plane was all around me, it's weight almost pressing down on me until i could not blink or breath and all thoughts were consumed ( Read more... )

me: she is planning to tell him that she loves him ( Read more... )

what i love about Andy Warhol is that he was and is totally superficial and made no apologies for it. I realized that i am not the biggest fan of his works but more a fan of his character. because that to me was the real art of Andy Warhol, his life. the cow, the campbell soup cans, the accidents, the marilyn monroe. he was obsessed, excluding ( Read more... )

she stared at the picture of him. the one she stole from his top left desk drawer, tucked in among his papers and other meaningless properties. he showed it to her earlier and as he was downstairs she quickly picked it out and shoved it into her purse. when she got home, it was already bent in the middle, on its way to being ruined because she ( Read more... )

"sentimentalism is working off on yourself feelings you haven't really got ( Read more... )

ok so this is the token end of the year entry. though the year is not even close to ending, it is already gone in too many ways. so many memories and so many emotions that i want to grab and wrestle into this entry but i am afraid i can't do that because a part of me wants that to only be between us...the five of us, the eight of us, the twelve ( Read more... )

i remember the first time i met you in your best friends car, and when we discuss this memory you swear you are up front but really i was squeezed in the back seat one person over from you. and when i met you i told myself that i was going to make you fall in love with me. i remember our first kiss it was 6 in the morning after staying up all ( Read more... )