Posted on May 27, 2012
The ceiling fan sounds like a pepper grinder, and I think I’m being seasoned.
Posted on May 23, 2012
You’re like that song that I’m a little wary of at first. I didn’t know it, couldn’t sing along, thought some of the words were different than what they really were. And then I heard it a few times and decided I liked it, so I played it all the time. And then I knew all the words and every change. I sang along. And I wanted to hear it in the car and in the shower and in my bed. So I played it over and over until one day I reached for the fast-forward button, which I didn’t hit because I felt kind of bad and I really did still like the song. So I let it finish, but I didn’t hit repeat. And I still listened to it, just not as frequently. But somehow, I just stopped listening because I stopped liking it. Everything I liked about the song became another thing I hated about it. How it made me feel, the way the lyrics were condescending and the melody was annoying and how I think I really might hate you, but as much as I hate the sound, silence would be worse.
Posted on May 21, 2012
Sometimes you eat only because it means that you can drink
Posted on May 12, 2012
A is for always is never true
B for the days when I’m feeling blue
C is the place I wish I could be
D is for damn, ‘cause I’m still not free
E is for edibles to help break the chain
F is for fucking to help us stay sane
G is the grapes which you made me peel
H is for heaven even though it’s not real
I for the ice cream I licked off your mouth
and J for the jet that flew me down South
K is killing me, because it was only a dream
That you L-O-V-E’d me across every seam
M is maybe I’ll miss this or just maybe not
But N of nostalgia for the moments we caught
O is the ring on my finger you gave
P is for plastic of which it was made
Q is the “quail” when I had nothing to say
R is for rain when it washed you away
S for the snake that I made you save
T is tidal for the way that you waved
U is for under, or maybe on top
V for vehemently demanding this stop
W for water when things got fiery
X for your name crossed from my diary
Y is the yes that forever will stand
and Z is for saving for something unplanned
Here’s a super fun idea: Go fuck yourself
Posted on May 12, 2012
Posted on May 11, 2012
I’m scared I’ll scare you
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Posted on May 9, 2012
The elusive roofius doggius was spotted recently in the suburbs. He refused to comment, but sources say he was visiting from his grandmother’s when the photograph was taken. This specimen is thought to be one of the last of the species.
I guess she just really wanted him to want her.
Posted on May 9, 2012
Posted on May 9, 2012
And I held onto it like the last breath before sinking, with strained fingertips slipping from a bar over noisy traffic below. Wide eyes took you in before you could say no, so you could be trapped in the scrapbook that is my memory next to pressed flowers and faded polaroids. I could always write couplets, but they never caught, never blossomed. Painting her nails was always good for wasting time, but it also made her feel put together. Oh, how we all used to believe in things like love and God until we swallowed our humanity like a reality pill. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t exhale. Don’t think. The words won’t come.
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Posted on May 1, 2012
No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
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Posted on April 30, 2012
“Lately I try to sleep, but I struggle
I tell you you’re the missing piece to my puzzle
4 am has got me more or less troubled
Ooooh what I would do with my lover
And all day I share the memories and sound waves
Across the country to where you lay
Right on your side
No need to feel alone, not tonight
Because we can try to find a route around
All my troubles fading out now
Time to pick it up now
Things are picking up now”
(Source: Spotify)
