A: First, recommend me:

1. a movie:
2. a book:
3. a musical artist, song, or album:
4. an artist, contemporary, historical, ect

B: I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want.

C: (Optional) I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything.

me and neo decided to make an anti-vaccum club on myspace, but we're both too lazy to start it. i told him that myspace irritates me at times, but he didn't get it. all the "add me!" and "comment!" shit really pisses me off. artificial popularity is all i can say. "ooo! let's make our myspace's really cool looking and get as many friends to add and ( Read more... )

i met a boy named lyle. he is so angry. so beautiful. they've locked him up. his wild spirit thrashing into crumbling white walls. disturbing the artificial sunshine in the ceilings. i cry, but my tears never hit the formica table.

i don't understand why my arm is attached to my shoulder, but i'm not attached to myself or anyone at all. and that's the worst sort of pain...

we don't have to be stars exploding in the night or electric eels under the covers, we don't have to be anything quite so unreal. let's just be lovers.

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i came to the disturbing conclusion that there are not enough hugs in my life.

the real kind i mean. not some wimpy barely touching hug. the tight kind where you can feel the love of another person somehow going into your body. that would explain a few things. yes. it might seem simple, small, and meaningless. like it shouldn't matter. but it really ( Read more... )

       
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we read this in creative writing today. this proves my point that sylvia plath is a genius.

i am silver and exact. i have no preconceptions.
whatever i see i swallow immediately
just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
i am not cruel, only truthful --
the eye of a little god, four-cornered.
most of the time i meditate on the opposite wall.
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i've been seeing him lately but i can't say anything. at all. instead of trying to say something, i turn my head away to look at someone else. some person that i don't even know. someone who means nothing to me at all. because i don't want to feel the burning stare of someone so beautiful. someone that i don't know how to talk to.