there is something in you that recognizes me
not my plain face or cynical voice

but in the way i have leaf patterns in the veins of my forehead
and drawn on the backs of my hands

that the scent of my tears is not merely saltwater
but ocean - where you swam once for miles
beside a longfinned shark with my eyes

god i think i had my nervous breakdown for the entire year ( Read more... )

i really miss dan right now...

i should be writing my dialogical journal but i took this quiz instead...

i am bad... but yet so good.

and this is fucking cool:


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i'm waiting for my dad to come get me to show me his and my mom's new apartment...


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with fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart... - natalie merchant ( Read more... )

i am at home... tomorrow i'm on my way to kentucky for my grandmother's funeral. apparently she died on tuesday night. of a heart attack, most likely. she was 82, i think. that never seemed that old to me until now. i honestly never even considered the fact that she would die someday. she just seemed like someone who was going to live forever ( Read more... )

today beth and i went to see stamp'd play in eastpointe. that was interesting. the venue seemed pretty cool, but according to phil wasn't organized at all, and we were the only two stamp'd fangrrls there. so we "tore it up" as beth says, and danced and yelled and made a scene. made THE scene, i should say ( Read more... )