August 2011
2 posts
27 tags
i never loved you: please (REBLOG &) support this... →
face-eater:
This comp CD is in the works, featuring mostly artists from NY. I’m making it in memory of a great girl who just passed away after a year long struggle with Leukemia.
Her name is Kerry and you can read her story here:
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7 tags
March 2011
1 post
Writers block. Cure?
February 2011
1 post
Time to tumbl
Still not sure how this site works. I know I hate that it won’t keep linebreaks.
I am sick. Disease was spreading amongst us, had to leave camp. Now, back in my chamber I seek blanketary solace and await the return of my health.
Why am I here right now?
January 2011
3 posts
Fact:
Being a girl does not make it ok to lie.
MMXI
Shower power, it’s my finest hour. Smell the best be the best.
Gladiator. Xacto knife. Spicerack.
I have a mistletoe belt buckle. You’re not wearing any pants.
If Benjamin was an ice cream flavor, he’d be pralines and dick.
December 2010
13 posts
Dear girls who were hot in high school but are way not hot now,
I have nothing to say to you.
Sincerely,
That hot kid that’s really good at the drums
r u there? hello? hello??1 wtf =/
Mass rapid-response communication seems to cause mild codependency and narcissism in the population as a whole. A symptom of this cultural mass-codependency phenomenon is Twitter.
Bitches
I assert that the rapidity of communication in current time contributes to both codependent tendencies and narcissistic behavior. I dually believe that twitter is a symptom of the internet creating broad codependency in society in general.
She breathes blood to stay alive. When she speaks her words are knives. She has to unhinge her jaw to show you how she loves you. You match her outfit today so I bet she’ll give you a call.
Life
I do so that I may know how.
Shoot the Moon.
I am a planet, not outer space
I don’t need a moon, I have my own face
Blanket Statement
Versus Vs. Virtue
I wanna do what you do
But not because I want to
Just because I want to stop you
Not because I hate you, or so that you don’t get ahead
Just because if I do it, I won’t realize I’m dead.
It's Friday
Hoarding innocence to build disguises, excuses are collected to build a fortress of familiar pillows and bags to protect our excuses for failure.
Deciding not to decide makes you barely alive
If you’re trying not to die then you don’t try to be alive.
That bottle of poison only makes you blind, it won’t take away the pain, and it won’t teach you not to lie. It can hide...
We’re looking down on
Wayne’s basement. Only, that’s not
Wayne’s basement. Weird, huh?
Salvation
Give up. Don’t be food. Don’t follow it all the way down. If you go all the way in you come out on the other side. I’m naive, and you’re a vegetable.
102
It could have been you, but now 102
Still haven’t found out why we do what we do
Layers of frosting and lace on display, to mask all of the weakness that you’ve hid away
Don’t put the magnifying glass to the screen, for not here can the true truth be seen
scene
See what I mean? ….Team?
Masquerading as lions but weak like a cat, the window is closed so there’s...
Holiday stuffing.
The hole in your chest shaped like February candy can not be filled by dicks.
November 2010
2 posts
k2hz
I now know why violet cried
though I may not know the answer
I know the riddle that divded
aries from her cancer
drinking now from the poisonous river of habit and passion
a thousand fires ignite within the belly of what happens
She’s we and she eats what we feed her
In the disguise of a human, our counterpart stands only as a trojan horse,
our own weakness causing us to make bait of...
I pulled the knife from my back and drove it into my chest, through the heart of a man and woman by the same demon possessed. The frail angel now grows sicker and more far, and I drain the venom from the clock all the while wondering what we are. Flashes of light signal both good and bad, when our fantasies come true and are the worst times we’ve had. The irony of being human is the madness...
October 2010
8 posts
You make everything go away.
Sometimes I would almostgladly lose to you, but it’s because you’re ruthless, not because you deserve it.
I love you for you, but I love me for me more.
I am your other guitar. You are my song.
LA
Bags are packed but I’m ready to stay.
Give me a reason not to go away.
To LA.
Glamorous
We kill ourselves because the TV says so.
We feel smarter for it because the internet says so.
I want to babysit Ke$ha’s children.
But I'm 21 now.
Life is different. My friends want to change me much more than they already have been. I’m less capable of making my own choices and I put even more value on creating excuses for usery and willful failure than I did in my teens. I have very few years left where I can get away with such unexcusable behavior, and I want to milk it while I still have my looks. If my friends don’t have to...