December 2009
59 posts
i've been sleeping so strange at night
i toss and turn, twist around in my sheets and wake up drenched in sweat. i confuse all the things i see behind my eyelids with all the frightening things that open them. i see people around me in my dreams but i can never make out any faces. but that’s not so different from real life anyways.
when strangers and friends seem exactly the same and you can’t make any sense of it all,...
charlie brown syndrome
highlight of my christmas: converse sneakers with bright colored weiner dogs on them
low of my christmas: being depressed per usual
time can take its toll on the best of us
god that was strange to see you again, introduced by the friend of a friend. smiled and said yes i think we’ve met before…
you were what i wanted, i gave what i gave. i’m not sorry i met you
i don’t wanna read my poem because i’m still in love with the person who helped me write it.
“I think there must be something wrong with me, Linus. Christmas is coming but...”
– Charlie Brown (Peanuts) (via whokilled) (via lunarmission) (via iwantmybearsuit) (via fatalistichues)
i understand him completely
i'm never alone, i'm alone all the time
and so it goes.
you ever stalk the clock for hours only to find out that it’s been lying to you?
this is the only thing i can really live by
I always tell the girls, never take it seriously, if ya never take it seriously, ya never get hurt. ya never get hurt, ya always have fun, and if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store and visit your friends-Almost Famous
this might be the only quote that makes me feel okay
a perfect day for a bananafish
haunted by my own consciousness, i do what i can to escape it but sometimes that’s not even enough
i guess i’ll take out a beer instead of my revolver.
it’s a perfect day to discover that i don’t even exist.
this city needs a break from me
it’s peaceful sometimes with nobody on campus. i can finally get some rest from all those hectic faces racing by. i can’t ever see beyond them. but when the streets are missing people, the faces come alive in my walls and in my mind, and they ruin me.
i wonder if he's for sale
whenever i get sad, i just read this book. i think clay is the only other one besides you that understands how much people are afraid to merge.
I hope to god that i'm real
And sometimes I lose track of how I am And how the rest of the world is When your watered-down words Don’t intoxicate me like they should.
you know that i’ve been known to make a mess of things…
you know when you’re feeling sad and you can’t even find a song that’s sad enough for your mood? i think that’s when you know you’re feeling bad. that’s...