its strange how there are times in your life when you just look down at yourself, and what the hell it is you're doing, and with complete lucidity realize you don't care, don't want to care, and have no control over anything anyway. those times are always a little frightening, like you're heading for a crash collision with infinity and hitting ( Read more... )

for the last week i've spent more time on the lawn than in a classroom. and it's depressing that i would rather not write poetry as i lie in the sun in the grass in beds of pink petals (because oh my god there are beds of pink petals under the cherry trees!!) i'd much rather be writing in the rain on a bench or on a train or in an apartment stoop ( Read more... )

i have a new bed. the mattress isnt nearly as soft and cushy as my old bed, and it's much smaller, but i really do need the space. its amazing the things that can accumulate under one's bed: pictures, books, six grade science labs, flasks of whiskey ( Read more... )

so this english paper may have broken me. i've slipped from nice, formal, elegant prose into "they can't convince me otherwise, not with all of their arguments about sacred egg meeting sacred sperm: a couple of DNA strands slathered in proteins that have about as much self-awareness as a can of coke." i think that might have to go ( Read more... )

so here i am. bravery is absurd. especially at this hour of the night. at 2 am when the walls lay silent and the ceiling further away and every word im going to say will be immortalized ( Read more... )

walking down my driveway in the rain in the dark is so absolutely terrifying. because in case you haven't noticed, my driveway is like a fucking racetrack its so damn long. i mean sure, its the same driveway i walked not five hours before, but the imagination is a tricky thing ( Read more... )

there's a thunderous ache beneath the blade of my knee tingling down to my heel. i keep wondering how it got there, like that would do me any good ( Read more... )

goddamit. i hate having to make decisions, and choices, and being mature. so here i am, suspended, dangling on a string that gets ever shorter. comic book characters have it so easy.

today was delicious. we drowned in the sun and i remembered how easily i tan. this week will be really nice. i love spring break.

lacrosse was a blast, for once, and not even a blast as in our dignity getts blasted into a thousand tiny pieces. i love team spirit ( Read more... )

is there anything more demoralizing than getting slaghtered on a lacrosse field? nope, doubt it.

well anyway, prom was awesome, which im sure we all already know.

okay so i suggest people step back, these are huge. also, note the wonderful recycling of dates.
( picture time! )