February 2012
19 posts
Tell me I’m what your hands were made for, tell me I’m who your mouth was made for.
“Following my lifelong habit of noting
options, escape routes, lives I could...”
– The Freedom Machine by Lucy Jane Bledsoe
“Everything is more beautiful
because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier...”
– The Iliad (via saranrenee)
January 2012
24 posts
when you're around
i don’t blush
my heart doesn’t skip beats
my pulse doesn’t race
sebaceous and sweat glands act normal
i can think
and speak
or not
but somehow
all of a sudden
the elasticity of my arteries and veins maxes out
they feel like they are inches in diameter
and its like all my blood is just rushing through
my great vessels
and i can feel adrenaline seep from atop my...
By observing and not taking, we pass the gift of discovery on to those who follow.
I grabbed this little gem from the 3rd edition of Wilderness Basics. However, it means so much more out of context.
“don’t you feed me lies about some idealistic future”
– postal service: nothing better
someone went into my brain
and pulled out all the little truths about me. encoded them and spit them back out via the come around sundown cd.
I just want to hold you take you by the hand tell you that you’re good enough tell you that its gonna be tough.
FACT: A kiss on the neck=UNF
=0 that was supposed to be a happy face, but i...
i also enjoy my real friends
and people who understand things
and:
the sunshine on the back of my neck
haircuts
realistic people
smiles
awkward moments
jumping from high places
trips
epinephrine/serotonin
scaring myself
marijuana
texting
belly laughing
being alone and happy
theater
my family
pups
vintage looking photos
a good read
bodies of water
baby animals
...
bzzt
so my phone buzzes like any other buzz. i press the unlock button knowing whoes name i dont want to see, but probably will. i know whoes name i kinda hope i see. but somewhere in the back of my mind im fucking on my knees praying to nothing i believe in that its your name.
i glance at the name and then away. and then i realize what i saw. and i cant even—
except i just got interrupted...
I'm not the biggest fan of labels.
But they seem to be the easiest way to help others understand.
When coming out to the fam it seemed important that I be sure of myself, my sexuality, and the implications of my “alternative” lifestyle. This sort of thorough analysis was necessary in all aspects of my adolescence, why not my sexuality as well? Well as it turns out groups pertaining to sexuality, preferences and gender...
thoughts of 15 year old me
Lets go dance..dance our lives away in the vivid darkness. Dance until the last remaining bit of strength in our body is gone. Lets scream at the top of our lungs and reveal secrets no one knows. Lets steal the moon from the sky and keep it in our pockets to use for our own selfish pleasures.
I’m just going to stop..because once you start thinking, things get complicated.
I haven’t...
December 2011
25 posts
Some
times its just like fuck. And you just want them to understand and they don’t, and you’re thinking wtf mate, the fuck is wrong with you? Just read my damn mind and figure out my thoughts..its not that hard.
-current drunken thoughts.
Right now
my family is yelling and is frustrated. I am not a fan of the intensity. I do wish I knew something to do to make it stop..unfortunately I do not. I keep hearing raised voices and upset expletives from downstairs.
Until now, the Christmas night has been amazing. Now it is just mucked up with anger. I love tonight, but do not love this..
happy/merry christmas to all.
Me: I want to be a ballerina.
Sister: No, I could never see that happening for you.
Me: What!? Thanks for the support.
Sister: Sorry, I thought you could handle the truth, you're just not graceful enough to be a ballerina. You have no grace.
