today i woke up to find that i had dreamt of each of you in one place and people i did not know standing between us and a record player and a katana and a new Wolf Parade album and the wetness and the cemetary and your legs across my lap and when i awoke i still felt wet. today when i woke up for the second time, i found myself sick ( Read more... )

Stay With Me ( Read more... )

i want to tear my ribs out, but all i can do now is sleep and listen to the Twin Peaks soundtrack and hope that when i awake i'll be a different person. my skin feels so tight and there's no respite anymore.

detention, up and down. i've said it before, and i'll say it again: i love you all, but you make me sick. my skin is unbearable and my soul is ember ash.

give me an inch and i'll take a mile.

but i know that by 11:00 tonight, everything's going to be fine.

it girl. rag doll. i'll gut you like a fish and string you up in the rafters and we'll pass underneath your archway on our wedding day communion and open our mouths to take you in and smear you across each other's faces in our photo albums behind plastic and aluminum fly eggs cracked like your crooked smile dangling from the ceiling ( Read more... )

I have seen with my own eyes the Sibyl hanging in a jar, and when the boys asked her "What do you want?" She answered, "I want to die."

Dear Loved Ones ( Read more... )

i don't regret any mistake i've made.

Luke 19:11-28 ( Read more... )

curb stomping is one of the most vicariously painful things i've ever seen.