I've always loved to ramble all my random thoughts for someone to hear. But I often won't because I felt that no one would really want to hear them. And when I find that people are interested, I have no interest to share anymore. I feel like a schizophrenic ant ( Read more... )

Tonight I breathed in only concrete blocks.

Don't get too attatched to anything. It's what they say. Love someone. They say that too. Sending so many mixed signals, they're a 1950's microwave. If I could throw them out, I would. All of you, I'd throw you all out. You tell me to love him or her, or someone. Love my parents, family, friends. Then they go away. Become distant, die, or become a ( Read more... )

All I want to do is cuddle man, is that so much of a crime?
That's all.

Life is beautiful. It is beautiful and it is ugly. So very fucking ugly. But so very beautiful ( Read more... )

Wilco is amazing ( Read more... )

Ups and downs ( Read more... )

I had a conversation ( Read more... )

Writing is scary because it is exposing your words and thoughts for others to interupt how they want. It is allowing people into your mind to alter your perceptions for you. To reiterate your own thoughts into a morphed version ( Read more... )

Maybe you haven't seen the news, or heard the coverage of the girl killed in Manhattan ( Read more... )