January 2011
70 posts
I pretend that my heart and my head are well.
Refuse to lose. All day, everyday.
I’ll love you ‘til the bluebells forget to bloom And I’m gonna love you ‘til the roses run out of perfume And baby I’m gonna love you ‘til the poets run of out of things to rhyme
I remember those days, on your bed, listening to The Strokes and Regina. I can remember the vinyl you had tacked to your wall; the mascots from vintage cereal boxes you made into a montage that stood above your bed. That bed, I’ll never forget it. It made all sorts of awful noises when we would lay. I remember the plaid shirts on your floor. I never wanted to leave that place. And now I...
I should’ve been born a black R&B drummer.
“This homeless woman just came into the warehouse with her bicycle while we were...”
You need another lover like you need a hole in your head.
You said, “I must confess I want to get undressed and go to bed.”
With that, I changed.
You fool, you married me instead.
Now, morning, noon, and night I give you head.
Dear Lauren,
It was lovely seeing you at the club last night. I’m glad you came over to talk to me and say hello. I’ll try to write more in the near future. Please keep writing also. I admire it.
Until the end of time I’ll be there for you
You own my heart and mind
I truly adore you.
Lost seven pounds last week without resorting to supplements, pills, cigarettes, or developing an eating disorder. You motivate me to push myself harder than ever. There are no days off. I must run every day until this feeling goes away.
HEY LEAH B! WELCOME! :)
Follow this girl. She rules.
http://wheniamkingg.tumblr.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEJl3szz9dg →
One of my favorite Ryan Adams songs. It’s beautiful and gentile.
“She wanted to go out to dinner at eight; I wanted to go right away. She said, ‘Easy, Tiger.’
And that hit me.
I just want out of this life. It’s not for me. The souls that surround me are fake, conceited, lifeless, shallow, vain, and the vanity that plagues this area is too much to bare. I really wish I could make you feel what I feel so you truly understood where I’m coming from. I know I can’t do this over and over again. I need to move, relocate, delete, scratch off, forget, and erase...
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I don’t want to play anymore. Then go on, take it all.
Meowgan. I miss you so much. Come home.
“Sometimes you gotta just pee in the sink.”
– C. Bukowski (via shiftingperspectives)
So true.
Why you wanna treat me so bad when you know I love you?
Just ordered more Prince tickets. Oops :)
It’s been the best day in awhile. I wish my other half was here to enjoy it with. Soon, so soon.
M.E.D.
Opening a portfolio of old drawings from a year ago feels like ancient times, it’s such a strange sensation. I’m almost afraid to open it. Not because I think I suck but more along the lines of feeling unsure how I’ll perceive my own work from a year ago. Hmmm. Here we go…