things are crazy ( Read more... )

i've been waiting so long that i forgot he existed. i forget being in love so much that i posted something on ontuesdays that says even if the love of my life showed up i'd tell them to wait 8 years til i'm ready to settle down ( Read more... )

*staying out with Manu and Will until 5 in the morning
*not getting in trouble (so far) for staying out til 5 in the morning
*drinking, smoking, not getting drunk, or a headache, or tired.
*L.O.T.P. , B.T. people
*Joe^2
*bar on fait st. before s.decker
etc. more about it later
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papermoon...etc.

i am freaking out ( Read more... )

i think i've made a very important distinguishment between the loves of my art and the loves of my life. i pursue beauty with a sort of intrepid fumbling, or so i used to, and it was most successful at findings and breakings and sullen glances; at finely polished blue eyes and scrambled insides and burgundy hairs; at obsessions and slivers of ( Read more... )

throughout the short history of my life, i have not followed through on most anything.
i either do extraordinary things or nothing of importance at all, in fact, failures. many failures. not to others but to myself. i'm better, but its never going to be good enough for me.

i'm just another anti-hero ( Read more... )

la etait la certitude, dans le travail de tous les jours. La reste tenait a des fils et a des mouvement insignifiants, on ne pouvait s'y arreter. l'essentiel etait de bien faire son metier.
- la peste d'albert camus, p. 44

The blooming outside of the springing summer is a betrayal to the withering heights of these harsh disintegrations of the mornings of my ever-winters. the new way of deception breaths in like hedonism in a wave of heat. Listen. To the leaves growing, the romances spring and blow away. To the weathers disparity and detriment on those depressed and ( Read more... )

i don't think i've ever loved you more than when you turned away when you slammed the door...

"Spread your wings and fly and if people try to clip them shit on their head and then chirp a beautiful song, baby."

break stride with the streetlamps, nowadays, they're the only ones who understand.