February 2011
106 posts
Only in America can you be pro-death penalty, pro-war, pro-unmanned drone bombs,...
– John Fugelsang
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Without you, my world’s clean and new. It’s empty, but in a good way, like a fresh new page. I have so many possibilities now, so many choices. I never realized how you chained me down until I was released and started running and realized I’d gone miles before I even looked back.
Now there are infinite roads to wander down and I am overwhelmed by the freedom of being completely...
I said it, because, because…I thought you needed to hear it. But you didn’t. I just needed to say it.
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It’s you. It’s always been you.
Leave the dishes.
Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator...
– Louise Erdrich
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graffiti girl
Graffiti my skin with your colors and words
Spray paint the insides of my eyelids
Turn my body into a mural
Distract from what I am
Make me beautiful and unusual
So they can’t look away
So I won’t be invisible
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She knocked him off balance
And he fell
Landing in a pile of his own bones
(She didn’t stay to pick up the pieces)
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She sits. Her mind is itching with words but the lines on the paper stay blank. She rubs her eyes, she twirls her hair. Sometimes it feels as if all the beautiful sentences in the world have already been written.
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Pretty things don’t last as long as they used to.
Insomnia = Loneliness
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I suppose it was just wishful thinking
Your sail flies high while my ship is sinking
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I am haunted
By the ghosts of people I’ll never meet
Who fight and die for freedom
While I just sleep
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There’s nothing as beautiful as a lost cause.
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I feel swallowed up
By an immense world of beauty
And me, I’m just so small
But someday I’ll be tall
And touch the sky with my fingertips
And the core of the earth with my toes
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Just hide in your brain
The world’s too insane
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Until the bells rings with truth
I won’t believe
It’s not worth setting my mind at ease
If it’s to the tune of a lie
Lucid dream
I’m walking down a street and talk to various people, including Voldemort and Roald Dahl. I also look into the windows of a few shops, all selling a different type of fruit (like there’s a orange store, a banana store, etc.) There’s a fight going on outside the tomato store, because people a few people are saying it should be on a different street because it’s a vegetable,...
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The song of suffering is so fascinating. I’m strangely attracted to it, feeling raw, rough pain. It must be better than this, this nothing-feeling I seem to always have, you know? Let me bleed with hurt. Let me cry with despair. Just let me feel something.
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She tried to hide from those things, those which were dark and cold and made her scream in the middle of the night. But there came a time when she realized she had to hold her head high and march on, and she did it—right through her fears. She couldn’t even remember why they used to scare her. She supposes she’s growing up, after all. It seems that Peter Pan didn’t have...
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Where do we end and where do we begin
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I will force some emotion out of me
I will wring my heart out like a sponge
Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes me gag. The...
– Laurie Halse Anderson
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The sun shines bright if it shines at all.
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Starving artist
I sing a tired song
Of paycheck to paycheck
And dreams that people scoff at me for
Apparently I’m too smart to live like this
A life of frozen fingers and slammed doors
Of constant left turns, never right ones
It could make anyone give up
And I almost do
But underneath all the suffering, there’s this dream bubbling
And it’s stronger and hotter than anything they can say
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Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s right. Things couldn’t be...
– John Green
I feel so lost.
Anonymous asked: you're just like me, how strange, but it's nice to meet you.
-newly followed
-newly followed
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The revolution
It’s all that’s in my head
Except I don’t know what I want to change
I just know that I need it
I am restless