a big chunk of absence glowing in the corner like a black guy with a JACKET on

[tomorrowmachine]

today libbey and i said we're not going to be friends anymore which is a total bummer because she was my everything and i'm still wearing her red bracelet. i wasn't good enough for her i wasn't her ideal conor oberst was her ideal what in the world? she was my ideal. i wouldn't have changed a thing about her. i guess i was stupid and polluted

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[missjuicebox]

I think I have the courage to doubt everything; I think I have the courage to fight everything. But I do not have the courage to know anything, nor to possess, to own anything. Most people complain that the world is so prosaic, that life isn't like a romantic novel where opportunities are always so favourable. What I complain of is that life is not like a novel where there are hard-hearted fathers, and goblins and trolls to fight with, enchanted princesses to free. What are all such enemies taken together compared to the pallid, bloodless, glutinous nocturnal shapes with which I fight and to which I myself give life and being.