perhaps it was her miserable, anxiety-ridden week of classes that broke any security she was still grasping in order to exist.  or maybe it was the horrifying and blatantly apparent fact that nothing seemed to fall in to place for so many months - even years.  she was crying herself to sleep in a separate room at 2 am.  to be next to him would ( Read more... )

want to write words that mean something.  but in death, nothing means anything ( Read more... )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25pT1_ZI8Ks

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKnuOu5iDHU

see you later livejournal.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKaec65iQj4

why am i still going to school?

“So much for the effort and ingenuity of Montmartre.  All the catering to vice and waste was on an utterly childish scale, and he suddenly realized the meaning of the word “dissipate” - to dissipate into thin air; to make nothing out of something.  In the little hours of the night every move from place to place was an ( Read more... )

and so we begin.  to exhale, to cry irrationally and drink unknowingly and cause the pain you never thought you or we were capable of.  (stop ending in a preposition ( Read more... )

it's been unusually cold in florida. 

i think we're all making mistakes.  i'm going to let go for real.

i'll always miss this.

she's doing it again.  reading about apathy and letting it wash over like a short, tampa rain.