February 2011
106 posts
“Only in America can you be pro-death penalty, pro-war, pro-unmanned drone bombs,...”
– John Fugelsang
Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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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...
Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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Feb 27th
I said it, because, because…I thought you needed to hear it. But you didn’t. I just needed to say it.
Feb 26th
Feb 25th
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It’s you. It’s always been you.
Feb 25th
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“Leave the dishes. Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator...”
– Louise Erdrich
Feb 25th
Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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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
Feb 25th
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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)
Feb 25th
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Listen“I Am a Rock” by Simon and Garfunkel 
Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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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.
Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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Pretty things don’t last as long as they used to.
Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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Insomnia = Loneliness
Feb 24th
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I suppose it was just wishful thinking Your sail flies high while my ship is sinking
Feb 24th
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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
Feb 24th
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There’s nothing as beautiful as a lost cause.
Feb 24th
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Feb 23rd
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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
Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Just hide in your brain The world’s too insane
Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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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
Feb 21st
Feb 21st
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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,...
Feb 21st
Feb 21st
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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.
Feb 21st
Feb 21st
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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...
Feb 21st
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Where do we end and where do we begin
Feb 21st
Feb 20th
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I will force some emotion out of me I will wring my heart out like a sponge
Feb 18th
“Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes me gag. The...”
– Laurie Halse Anderson
Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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The sun shines bright if it shines at all.
Feb 18th
Feb 18th
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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 ...
Feb 18th
“Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s right. Things couldn’t be...”
– John Green
Feb 17th
I feel so lost.
Feb 17th
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Feb 17th
Anonymous asked: you're just like me, how strange, but it's nice to meet you.
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Feb 17th
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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
Feb 17th
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Feb 16th
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