an open letter to all of the people in my life that I have walked away from ( Read more... )

if you like me and I like you, then maybe you got lucky.

edit; oh it's not that I don't like all of you, I'm just selective in my reading.

this morning I awoke to find a green scrawled marker message on my white board that read in short, "bringing vietnamese home tonight, call to tell me what you would like." which made me begin to understand and rejoice over how cultured I am ( Read more... )

I'm not a bad driver. I just have bad luck.

year one(american nightmare reference intended) of ever having a valentine reminded me of all those previous february 14th's with flowers and heart shaped cookies left on my computer desk or doorstep by family and friends. these small acts of kindness helped to deplete the need for valentine's days "spent with the wrong people who always said the ( Read more... )

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the domestic life; cooked and ironed and sewed. produced a little tote bag with the word "city" stamped backwards, oops. then watched run lola run, compliments of m. sobrinski and realized that I've been taking a lot of things for granted. tomorrow I will read and write and finish applying for a summer job and one last school, I promise.

tears are dribbling down the sides of my cheeks, staining my face and scarring the surface with a black film. "what hurts more is I would still die for you." everything is so painfully fucking accurate right now (like the poems on my bed and the new armor for sleep album you sent me.)

messy bedsheets and carelessly placed dishes(or perhaps the other way around,) a nightmare of cds with the same scrawled chicken scratch that I sometimes have a hard time reading and a take out container of saen's rice pudding; all these things go unnoticed but are left behind ( Read more... )

my school hours were used wisely today by reading thirty pages of bret easton ellis and skipping out on lunch and chorus to spend more time in the art room and to finish an overdue photography project. then after seeing the A+ on my composition final essay I declared it a "good day" and ran out in the freezing cold to my little car. I feel ( Read more... )