Tonight is a twenty one gun salute to broken hearts and everyone’s lining up to get in the cross fire. Streets are red like collections of little chocolate heart boxes and you’re standing at the edge of it all drowned with incomplete thoughts.

Merry Christmas!

I hate school
kill me

thank you

There's nothing harder to do than to find the right head space to complete your massive-amount-of-work-that-you-should've-done-a-long-time-ago-but-saved-until-last-minute. You waste so much time being stressed about the things you have to do you barely pin yourself down enough to actually do them. Especially when you've been sitting in the lobby of ( Read more... )

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Rumination on thanksgiving:

People who live in fat houses shouldn't throw scones.

prosopopoeia

try saying that three times fast and talking to your dead ex-wife's favorite dog's best friend's owner's brother's canary who is also dead.

What are you doing?

Eating goldfish.

Live?

Of course. Straight from the tank.

Some interesting things ( Read more... )