February 2012
i’m not sure if i feel liberated or terrified by the (very late) realisation that most of the things i feel perpetually unhappy about are also things that are very much within my control.
last night i got home from school at 4:00pm and fell asleep at 4:30pm. i woke up at about 9:00pm, got changed, watched gossip girl and went back to sleep. and today i’m still tired. what gives? (and don’t tell me i slept too much, it isn’t true!)
read this.
“We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were. I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be; one of them, a seventeen-year-old, presents little threat, although it would be of some interest to me to know again what it feels like to sit on a...
i am such a wuss.
“i lean to you,
numb as a fossil.
tell me i’m here.”
– sylvia plath
Watchbenjaminandhisblog:
Hunting Bears - Only In My Skin
wowee
this week has been pretty awful. next week will be better. right?
sleep.
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Long stretches, messy hair we had each other. Just that worn frayed carpet between our bodies and the cold wood floors. Just those two worn quilts, the record player and the slight scratching noise. Petal soft skin that my fingers can feel, then rough. Maybe if you and I lay here long enough we could speak without words. Maybe my deep glances will tell you how I feel. Or...
i laughed.
france: ten
france: twenty
france: thirty
france: forty
france: fifty
france: sixty
france:
france:
france: sixty ten
world: france what are you do—
france: four twenties
world: france stop it
france: four twenties ten
world: france that doesn't even make any sense
france:
france:
france:
world:
france:
world:
france: hundred.
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