February 2012
34 posts
| I’m not even going to attempt this day. I have a lot I want to say but I got three hours of sleep and have been awake for twenty hours since, so my thoughts aren’t going to be worth very much. I’ll try to recap today tomorrow. Until then, good night, lovely world!
christianlaffey asked: What? Your hair is red? When did this happen?
fromblueeyes asked: so today in my spanish class we had to talk about our best friends....i said she goes to school in nueva york and she has blond hair and brown eyes and people have asked us if we're sisters even though we don't really look a lot alike, and we don't get into fights because we get along really well and we hug when we see each other. gotta love reflexive verbs.... :)
lovin’ a music man ain’t always what it’s s’posed to be.
yesterday I went home just for the game and to see my mom and my dog and my brothers and my dad but i see him all the time anyway. point is, i asked permission to get a drink before i could even realize what was happening. i think that made them really sad.
“She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her...”
– Charles Warnke
I am so pissed at so much right now, but the thing that makes me most mad is that I am mad, because I really much prefer to be happy. I wish I was better at boxing out what frustrates and irritates me and focusing more on what I enjoy. I am too much of a reactant.
This is beyond frustrating. I’m frustrated with myself, at this point. I feel like we do this every other day; I am a broken record. Which is funny, really, because I’m pretty sure I said the same thing about you a few weeks back and decided that I was “done playing you,” which is clearly not true at all. You’ve become my goddamned favorite song, you fucker.
Adiemus - Adiemus
“There are...
this is very self-promotional in nature →
I performed at Rodrigue’s Open Mic night tonight, so if you like watching me do music things…here.
Sorry. I feel really uncomfortable even doing this but I figure I’m going to have to get over it eventually. May as well start now!
January 2012
96 posts
all we need is the air we breathe: Wrinkles (the... →
fromblueeyes:
by Sarah!
When I was five years old, I looked at a man with wrinkled skin and covered my eyes, not knowing then that the wrinkles are the trophies of the years he’s been alive.
I tasted death the first time I saw a leaf fall from her branch and I laughed as I jumped and crushed on her shades of…
“I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at...”
– Coco Chanel
my parents want to go on a five day vacation. i want to go someplace warm and culturally vibrant. i can’t come up with any ideas, suddenly.
…?
for the first time, living here is starting to feel like a prison. it shrinks your mind, makes you small and weak and tired. i want to be adventurous again. where has my city gone?
you are disarmingly cute, darling. it was a ‘middle school’ dance but you couldn’t hide how grown up you (and i?) really are. my head was turned but then you were there, over me, insisting, beckoning, pulling me onto the dance floor…but! hold me at arm’s length, after all this is middle school and we’re too young for dancing, you said. but your hand found my...
