December 2010
1 post
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fucking fuck. fuck you. fuck everything. fuck. that’s how i feel.
August 2010
1 post
a humble ocean
jetsam floats in the small ripples
the wind gently plays on the surface
and the sky calms.
the grey waters match the grey sky.
the colors blend and twist and swirl and die.
a compass bobs in the tides
the needle lost long ago
no direction, aimless wandering.
the cracked lens from a telescope sinks into the sand
seeing nothing but black now.
everyone is gone.
the water is lonely.
July 2010
9 posts
new thing in my life
-had to give away monty my hedgehog :(
-got two new doggies :)
-dyed my hair brown!
-passed summer school
-getting my wisdom teeth out in three days D’:
-everything still sucks.
MY UKULELE WILL BE HERE IN 3-5 DAYS!!!1!
(caps lock means i’m fucking pumped.)
I've read the Twilight books
itsclassy:
stellamonster:
itsclassy:
stellamonster:
and I’m watching the movies (out of boredom)
and I don’t think I’ll ever understand why Bella chose Edward over Jacob.
Especially with Taylor playing Jake. Like… ohhhmygod.
Us girls are attracted to shiny/sparkly things. Duh.
Fuck that shit.
I’m going with the tan hulk. (:
I go with neither. :D
I go with Harry!
(Not to just...
i am the latest fad.
i am the seconds before you fall asleep.
i am the mildest of days.
i am an empty pack of cigarettes.
i am meaningless.
i am forgettable.
i am boring.
i am useless.
chill
everyone is fragile
and things are quickly moving
we don’t get enough time
“notice me.” her thoughts scream
but the strangers stream silently past.
a plume of smoke escapes her lips
with a light sigh.
a forgettable face in a broken mirror.
every snowflake is the same.
every snow is the same.
every winter is the same.
everyone is lonely.
my body is a temple. So let’s demolish it.
(via fluent-sarcasm)
if my body is a temple, i peed on the front steps.
June 2010
5 posts
May 2010
3 posts
The Right Brain vs. Left Brain test →
Do you see the dancer turning clockwise or anti-clockwise? If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain and vice versa. Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise though you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.
Left brain functions:
uses logic
detail oriented
facts rule
words and language
present and past
math...
zoloft
twenty five milligrams.
sign the small bit of paper,
i cannot read what it says,
maybe happiness is what it says?
probably not.
fifty milligrams.
you mean it isn’t working?
swallow more.
two blue pills.
one hundred milligrams.
this should work.
this should be enough.
but it is not.
more, more, more.
one hundred and fifty milligrams.
never enough.
the whole bottle.
death.
...
April 2010
17 posts
“Once there was a way, to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry, and I...”
– The Beatles
curious? so was i.
i decided to delve into the roots of 420 and after finding many a myth about it being the californian police code for “marijuana smoking in progress” i believe i found the true origin. my reputable source being the huffington post. not wikiepdia or urban dictionary.
as many of you hopefully know, 420 is jargon for pot smoking, basically. after clearing that up, let’s continue....
Birthmarks are supposedly wounds from how you died...
dusk.
there is a fake sense of beauty,
only because of the position of the sun in the sky.
things look perfect, seem perfect.
we are in a bowl, a haven.
we have shut out the outside world.
cigarette after cigarette,
the smoke catches in the wind and trails away.
laughter, happiness, peace.
but we all turn, and go our separate ways.
and the world creeps back in.
and the sadness creeps back in.
...
“Everybody is a genius. But, if you judge a fish...
-Albert Einstein
empty promises.
if i had to guess,
i would say you gave up hope.
it was long ago.
i still cling.
i still think of those four words,
uttered in the early morning light
fogged by grogginess and smoke
sharpened by a one track mind.
the scabs will flake,
not taking any pain with them,
but maybe it will be different.
what if i told you i was different?
what if i told you i wouldn’t break your heart?
day.
groggy.
shower.
pills.
swallow.
wind.
friend.
cigarette.
bell.
seven hours.
home.
house.
loneliness.
boredom.
darkness.
lamp.
pills.
swallow.
eyes.
teeth.
bed.
thoughts.
no sleep.
no sleep.
no sleep.
no sleep.
sleep.
dreams.
nightmares.
repeat.
pablo neruda.
I changed the title and URL of my blog. They are based on words from this poem by the famous Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda, entitled “Poetry”.
And it was at that age … Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when, no they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but...
cuts.
the cool metal glides.
so gently it tears my skin.
the ivory white interrupted.
stinging, the slices drip red,
beautiful and rich.
evidence of my life,
and a tear rolls down my cheek.
not because of the lingering pain,
but because i had forgotten,
forgotten what it is like to be alive.
untitled.
i want to drag you into my world.
kicking and screaming you will come,
the dirt beneath your fingernails speaks of your struggle.
you have been pulled from the light,
you have been tossed into the darkness.
dead ends and trapdoors are all you see,
there is no way out.
enjoy your fucking stay.
March 2010
19 posts
Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry...
Permission Slip Controversy →
everyone needs to read this. please. tis hilarious!
where do you want to wake up? →
tell me something →
last night...
was interesting to say the least. whoever thought something like that would happen to me again? i don’t know how to take it. and neither do my parents i suppose. grounded until july 26th so that’s fun. bleh. life sucks.
whoever decided to stick thin mints in the freezer...
