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fightingxstarlight replied to your photo: My bedroom in summer light. Being grounded =… lol grounded. sucks THANK YOU CAPTAIN OBVIOUS
beautiful, useless thing (3)
Blaze, burn, what have you. Back up, breathe out. I can’t believe you when you’re dripping steamy waterfalls, but you look good doing it. I like it when we talk with our eyes. There’s a map on your wall, there are leaves falling outside, and you explain how everything got its name: states, oceans, and the feeling we get in chilled weather.
I just shared chicken noodle soup with my kitty. I hope that’s okay for a kitty stomach.
nishad replied to your photo: COW! what kind of film is this? Normal Kodak 35mm film.
living with a ten year old
him: I can't wait til Monday.
him: We get to sit ANYWHERE at lunch.
we all have our tags etched into our skin the labels that tell us what we are; synthetic natural polyester-cotton blend. but you didn’t have a tag you were free. now i think, “that’s me.” never fit into a name.
we call it seasons; an excuse for us to change, too. the wind picks up but we stay grounded. severed limbs called icicles. summer skin shed in leaves. at least we’ve always got sunsets, rises and mornings (after long long nights).
inscription in my journal:
it is in the wind that trembled and that passed: all that one hears, one sees, or one breathes.
And as he squirms with the worms, I ask, What is depressing, and How to fight...
I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.– Charles Bukowski
a morning glory sits alone in the dirt, as the sun rises over the field’s horizon. the sky is fogged with the impending, drowsy star. a firefly hibernates until the night falls again. they are invisible in this warm sunshine. and, me? well, the grass tickles the bottom of my toes, as i wonder how you are. a morning glory will always wonder how a firefly captures the sun. a firefly will...
perksofbeingalive replied to your post: beautiful, useless thing (2) seriously, never stop writing. you need to get this stuff published. you’re fucking amazing At least I’m getting published in the newspaper every month… eh eh? I think I’m going to make a creative arts section.
shutters fly, shuteye
when i was little i couldn’t sleep. i’d panic. thoughts would race to scare me first and i only remember wondering why me? now it’s my weird fucked up dreams (both conscious and un-) that make me write. now it’s my turn.
distantlaughter asked: Bleep bloop blorg I am a robot.
beautiful, useless thing (2)
it is on this island where the strange the vine-infested the moss-grown gather. their slurred pieces of speech gather. they gather because they want to grow into something anything to keep from being nothing. being is very important. “i must always be.”
this is how i talk to my cat:
small whistle through my teeth meow wide-eyed stare psssst rub my fingers together scratch carpet hum
perksofbeingalive asked: who are you reallllly?
radfuck-deactivated20120127 asked: lovely blog. xx
things i do not believe in:
regrets religion reality
coffeeandvonnegut- replied to your photo: This is my handwriting. Weird? Maybe. it’s so tiny and neat c: be the way, i really enjoy your writing Funny thing, my French teacher once thought I typed my homework because it was so neat. Then again, she was old with bad eyes. But still. Thank you, by the way!
If I begin to feel daunted I’ll go off by myself. I’m like a cat that way.– Bill Gorton Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
nishad asked: Have you ever listened to My Bloody Valentine? I think you'd like them!
bittergingerrrr replied to your post: dream 01 i’ve read somewhere that yellow seahorses favor the fair skinned girls Okay okay okay. According to dreammoods.com: “To see a seahorse in your dream represents the power of your unconscious. You have a new perspective or different outlook in life. If the seahorse is invisible, then it suggests that there is an emotional issue that you are not...
I had the strangest dream about a monstrous yellow seahorse swimming around in the YMCA pool. I remember feeling its scales and then it bit my finger.