April 2010
“if we discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they loved him.”
—Christopher Morley (via poeticheartache)
“if we discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they loved him.”
—Christopher Morley (via poeticheartache)
March 2010
“This place was never the same again after you came and went. How can you say you meant anything different to anyone standing alone on the street with a cigarette on the first night we met? Look to the past and remember and smile. And maybe tonight I can breathe for awhile. I’m not in the scene, I think I’m fallin’ asleep.. But then all that it means is I’ll always be dreaming of you.”
—(via poeticheartache)
Listen
Bohemian Rhapsody / Queen
IS THIS THE REEEEEEEEAL LIFE
IS THIS JUST FANTASYYYYYY
“Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have.”
—Henry Rollins (via poeticheartache)
The Empty
Le Tigre
Le Tigre - The The Empty
I sat through your movie but I didn’t see anything.
I went to your comedy club and didn’t laugh at all.
I went to your movie and I didn’t hear anything.
I went to your concert and there was nothing going on.
And suddenly it's 4am and my mind is still out wandering.
But I’m too tired to go looking for it.
Starting a new thing where I list random facts about myself.
1. I fucking loathe and despise Zooey Deschanel. I really do.
Sorry I'm so late to the party about this but...
$50 for a fucking THEME for your page?
Fuck that.
My heart just dropped into my stomach...
I was browsing through random facebook profiles, when I came across my friend Mary’s sister. Mary passed away my sophomore year of high school from a brain aneurysm. We had been in girl scouts together, sang Pocahontas songs on the playground, and she was one of the first real friends I ever had. She didn’t see me as the weird girl with the dead father who sat in the corner. She saw me as me.
I was looking through Cassie’s pictures, and the first few were of this really beautiful doll that she made, then it came to a picture of her, and my breath caught.
She is the spitting image of Mary. She has her eyes, her red hair, everything.
It made me miss her so much.
I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I needed a place to dump the word vomit.
And to those of you just waking up, good morning, my lovely followers. Sorry for the morbid wake-up, but these thoughts wouldn’t do well if they sat in my head.
