it's been awhile. a good while.

I'm knowingly making mistakes. I have been for awhile.

eunice, and what was the old man's name again? I'm amazed at my nostalgia. Sometimes the less you get to know someone the more you hurt when they leave. happened with israel, irene, and kari, was it? and what was the other woman's name? I'll never see them again so i cry at the romance of the close bond that a short time together creates, and i cry ( Read more... )

When shit hits the fan, it's sometimes best to leave the room.

Done with The Memory Keeper's Daughter, a lovely novel but with rather book clubby undertones, the sort your middle-aged mother might want to read. I enjoyed it, and it's a rather quick read. I may delve into more Orwell as soon as i'm finished with calculus, which happens to be ( Read more... )

christmas, i recieved a hat my sister crocheted, a vest, a lift ticket, and a trunk. my sister still insists on giving me journals for gifts. so i got a journal too. "i have to give you a journal, even if you don't use it. it's tradition ( Read more... )

"I'm getting there, ease, it's coming to me, but my natural state is a little bit unsatisfied, always pushing for more, or different, maybe i' still too young for ease. It's funny, other girls maybe they saw that in men and wanted to fuck them. But i just wanted to be them. You can't though. If you're a girl. You can't ever be one of the boys. It ( Read more... )

completely awesome and totally gnarly:
( bike kill! )

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Your teeth believe that teeth are for tearing
Tear into me and the scent of you sweating smells good to me
As long as we keep in our clothes
And out in the dark the world is still rolling
Kids in their cars, cigarette smoking
And all that they are just reeks with the sweetest belief

my dreams only reflect my day. is this a good thing?