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the story of boys: the scientist.
Somewhere in the world there is a boy I know. He's probably leaned over a desk with elaborate drawings of machines for light amplification, measuring electricity, and convincing a girl to fall in love. He's chain smoking and drinking coffee and systematically twisting his hair from the roots to the tips congruent with his stress level ( Read more... ) -
It's not me or you, it's us.
Why must it always be a question of romantic love? Why is it that any time I try to explain to people that they deserve more than what they can and will get themselves into it is misconstrued to be some symbol of intimate affection ( Read more... ) -
flowers
“Neither do I,” said Lee. “But I take my two pipes in the afternoon, no more and no less, like the elders. And I feel that I am a man. And I feel that a man is a very important thing-maybe more important than a star. This is not theology. I have no bent toward gods. But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a ( Read more... ) -
kind of like gorilla cats.
Living with a significant other for the very first time ( Read more... ) -
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today earns a big "wtf?" on many, many levels.
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And it just keeps going. Does it ever stop?
If this day somehow were able to rewind it's self, but this time I woke up to find the world burning, I would just roll over and go back to sleep. -
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I miss my family terribly right now, but I am very lucky. I have other strange and wonderful families to take me in on any given holiday.
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it's the other end of the camera that actually steals your soul and why I fucking hate my kids.
Apparently, no one in my math class has any sense of humor at all. There was this one girl that was talking about how awful her English teacher was and how she kept giving her bad grades no matter what she did, and I was all like "well, you should nail her hands to the floor and make her think about what she's done" and then everyone just stared. ( Read more... ) -
willie nelson
I wish I knew just what to say in here. I wish I was overflowing with creative thought. I wish it were possible for me to plan out what to tell my listeners and have some sort of reply back to your comments on what I say. I wish I had something to say on posts of others ( Read more... ) -
for the love of zombies.
for wolven
It's cold, it's morning, it's grey. I step outside in the morning to have my first cigarette of the day, only my patchy leather jacket and pajama pants to guard me from the autumn chill. I wear nothing else because I do not mind the cold, nay I embrace it. I look along the skyline to see tree branches bent like arthritic fingers reaching ( Read more... ) -
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I am avoiding homework under the suspicion that my teacher is trying to make me incriminate myself. I kind of hate this class because she always makes us write essays on awkward controversial subjects and always picks me to read aloud first. After I read she usually says something like "your writing is impressive but your content is abrasive ( Read more... )