May 2012
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so what if you’ve fallen this way again, and it fucking hurts. make something out of your pain, you masochistic fuck.
never ever ever ever fall in love
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beads of light
evening sky
the ocean
caught by,
the threads of your hair
drowning into
the depths of
my heart
just for tonight i’ll light the match which will have to succumb to smaller tides by the break of dawn
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take it from intoxicated lips, so if they speak the truth, the manner of soliloquy will fold over itself and either burn out or strangle convention.
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There is too much art left to see… try to postpone death while you can.
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social networking mentality: living one’s life in terms of what you are going to post that day.
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Anonymous asked: are you planning to go see 'the beatles: the lost concert' film?
April 2012
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try not to forget where your platform starts and ends.
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no ride is ever too lengthy on these soft patches of grass whose stalks have toppled over one another in a desperate race to scratch at the moving mass that is my body. the silhouette ends in awkward angles but i am not bothered by any of this. i am staring at the wind, or how the landscape bends over itself to please the wind. i am rooted to a pillar and i think i may be a scarecrow. one foot is...
hey dad, →
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Finally, finally, finished reading the House of Leaves, in its entirety, from cover to cover, licked clean, every word read, highlighted, underlined, encircled, annotated, loved, cried over, not taken for granted.
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“As time remains fleeting, our hearts grieve the absence of youth while our minds...”
– Picture My Life:
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When I could no longer see your white steed on our familiar roads, I knew you had gone. It did not break me then, but now I find that you are just as beautiful in retrospect. I am bereft of flight but I will keep you under my wing until such time when the winds of your recollected passing find their moment and lift me up into your gaze.
My greatest fear should be that I may perish without seeing the ends of the Earth.
March 2012
18 posts
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there are people everywhere and their eyes are videocameras.
suspended disbelief. suspend your disbelief. we are all method actors in a continuous film. we are all voyeurs.
Anonymous asked: Do you play Modern Warfare? If you do we should. :D
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something to read →
virtual communication nulls sarcasm
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A stream of thoughts stitched together from two...
They say your pupils dilate when you are in love. But so can darkness. I choose darkness.
What is there to love when the darkness gives me everything. A poor substitute for a disillusioned man’s cries to the wind. Everything is a lie. Love is a lie. We are all slaves.
If so, if love and everything is a lie, then we all live in darkness. We do not see, not a yocto of lux is present, yet we judge...
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the whole’s city’s bored and taking drugs and giving up
the alternation of “depression” and “renewed vigor” enhance each other. the threat of the other is always hovering, making situations better or worse. there is a constant threat that everything is going to collapse or snap or metamorphisize. everything is.
shock therapy under my skin. my body holds itself down as it writhes behind a veil of composure. my body is in an asylum. my body, an asylum.
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listen to radiohead curl up and want to die
February 2012
35 posts
write your dreams down immediately when you wake up. dreams are a dying commodity.
“let’s be poor and make art together”