blah blah blah my birthday is next week blah blah blah camping the week after that blah blah blah I need a job blah blah blah I need some love blah blah blah I need new people to talk to blah blah blah everything is going to turn out fine

I imagine too much, watching lips talk on a cell phone. hairlines and widow's peaks. cream teeth. and sleep deprivation. I imagine too much, breaths that are warm like inner thighs. and being guilty of lacking eye contact in any situation. I imagine too much growth from people who hit their mark in highschool. one trackers. be proud of me for once ( Read more... )

you know that feeling you get when you turn your back on every single thing you think is important in your life only to realize nothing is as important as yourself? it's like that.

What it is is everyone is so transparent. They're fucking paper all dog-eared up. All lacking of substance. The ones I'm left with. Everyone involved in their Internet drama. Their boring work week and their plans that don't involve you because of a loss of magnetic togetherness. Their negative nature forces more negative nature into a world so ( Read more... )

his voice is stuck in my head, not yours.

They call this war a cloud over the land.
But they made the weather -
and then they stand in the rain
and say "Shit, it's raining!"

doubletru

what do you do when you have some much love to give that it makes you feel like you're going to split in two and no one to give it to? you act like a pussy.

lately it's a constant rotating factor in my memory warehouse. the time of year has nothing in particular to do with it, so much as free breezes do. or late quiet nights do. the comfort is what it is, really. and the conversation couldn't do anything but help, really. it's all just different. I run different scenarios over and over in my head. all ( Read more... )

What doesn't help insomnia are Red Bull Colas. What doesn't help insomnia is thinking about having a cigarette more than you should while you're trying to sleep. What helps, is thinking that by the end of summer, you're going to have fresh watermelon and tomatoes and luscious things of that nature grown from your own hands. Since I've moved I've ( Read more... )

what makes me the most angry is that I could have a job right now if it weren't for them.