April 2010
1 post
2/24/2010
so it was so it will be frantically reaching for sanity stopping at each intersection just to feel like progress is made. it’s empty it’s an empty feeling, living this way taking your words to heart plastering them among my organs like, like a collage I never meant to make. certainly inhibited certainly fearful, but not naive. not naive. maybe the heartbreak is less of losing you, and...
February 2010
9 posts
NEW DR DOG SINGLE HAS ARRIVED! →
and to you, i suppose today is just another day. a bit more dust caked on the mantel of your father’s house. but i found myself caught up in the sheets at four a.m. expecting out loud what i wouldn’t simply request. heart racing and fear intertwined with disappointment. i need to tell you how much i need you here, but i get flustered. i felt like i was awake for so long. i felt...
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heyyy i found sweet road!
New York is Killing Me--Gill Scott-Heron →
1/26/2010
I am worn thin. I am misplaced. hot pink pulsating in a sea of blue. I feel so unlike myself with you. you being me, of course. what am I working so hard for? why am I afraid if my friends find love, they’ll abandon me? where do I need to be? why can’t I tell if my emotions are sincere? when I get like this, I always write how I miss you. but I don’t think of anyone in particular...
jesus christ she said, thank god for life. and we were at peace again. i think talking is good for my heart. and i like the uncertainty of strangeness. similar to the bluntness of my whispers. waking up to a good mess makes me feel real again.
empty pockets and a full stomach. hot eyes and uncertainty. i laugh out loud and giggle a bit because i know you’re thinking the same thing. maybe i should have just opened my eyes sooner. maybe i should write more letters. maybe, maybe, maybe.
i have fallen ill and if i die today i want this...
The reason I wanted to meet you here, By Francis Poole
The reason I wanted to meet you here is Well, because you haven’t been feeling yourself. As if the same thing could be said about Marsha. Any thoughts about her lately? I think you better sit down and rest awhile. As soon as I can name the show you’ll be on I’ll let you know. And then all you have to say is, Welcome to our...
January 2010
36 posts
i want to write but can’t force myself to do so. and having the nighmares that wake me up in the night and require me to close my closet door as well as shift on the lights doesn’t help either. i’m confused because i don’t remember turning on the lamp hours ago, but I must have because the fear was overwhelming and i was in a scant state of mind. what do endless long hair,...
boyafraid:
sundryphyle:
boyafraid:
I think you are single-handedly the most gorgeous thing I have ever laid eyes on. And I fucking mean that. But you like stupid men. And I like girls who like stupid men. And I almost fought your current man (something I did not intend for). And although it may have gotten your attention. I’m afraid that’s all it will be. Another soon-forgettable, weird...
Promenade
undertheskysoblue:
We’re a hot mess. The oak’s leering branches didn’t quite catch all the rain drops. Loose morsels caught themselves onto our clothing. I wasn’t squinting because of the hour or because I pretended the sun was out, but because these ideas, once pregnant, became without fruition. Detached and without my footing on leverage. You’ll find someone, because you know what...
12/10/2009
one of those days that will go down in history as more bullshit than one human should ever be asked to handle. but this a great pencil.
seams, seems, seams, seems.
walk ‘till midnight, sleep ‘till dawn. when will you be coming home? for some reason today makes me think of the Oregon coast. like the mountain backroads and fresh pine for miles. there’s a blue spot on your arm, where your new tattoo will be. the first at age seventy, when you realize there’s no sense in waiting for death on an empty belly. see, i can only talk when...
homeboy, please.
the city needed this. thank you saints.
so i was thinking about when i met you. i felt a little different then, but really not that much now that i think about it. and it’s strange when i’m talking with friends, and i can’t seem to figure out how i was so lucky to have met them in the first place. was it just because of the passing of time? i tie my shoes and i wash my hair fall asleep too early, wake up too late. but...
i wish i could video tape my dreams and post them here. last night in my dream i drunkenly adopted 3 dogs and two cats without my knowledge, and without realizing that i really wouldn’t be able to take care of them at all. also in my dream last night the saints won the playoff game. i was watching it on an outdoor big screen with a ton of people, and we all started to dance and scream like...
catholic pagan melting into my subconcious.
whiskey shakes for ten whole days. finally remembered what all those work outs were for in the first place. and i don’t want to be your back door lover, not anymore.
no one knows my real name
i want to build a house for you. i want to tie it with lace and spill it with wine. i want to remember what i felt like when there wasn’t so much. i want to remember what it felt like when you weren’t so tough. when summer was forever and i slept through the night. when people were always around. when i could count on you for a good night kiss. i wonder if i’ll ever fall in love...
boyafraid:
Surfer Blood “Take It Easy”
— FUCK....
i had a dream last night that my grandfather was dying. i had a lot of trouble coping and i was yelling at a little boy. but my little brother held my hand. then i got up this morning and called my mom to tell her about it. and i wore my grandmother’s bob dylan t-shirt just for good luck. i believe in good luck, or good karma, or good vibes or something. i just believe. so when i went to...
This is my shit. →
as for those who never talk at all their few words can be quite revealing. i’m glad i can finally tell the babies from the humans.
boys make me nervous.
Beach Comber by Real Estate
Black Schools restored as Landmarks →
if you keep stuffing my mouth with your secrets, i’m bound to throw up.
every day is a new day.
(via simonf)
swoon
Calypso Gold by Princeton
“laughing with a mouth of blood.”
– st. vincent
i love awkward people you know the kind of liz lemon ladies who like literature and glitter. but i don’t like awkward people you know the kind that can’t talk past one week and no call and why did you have to go away. a front page notice is quite misleading if you don’t look twice. confidence is the wrapping paper for frustration and disillusionment. wrapping paper really...
Respect my mind, respect my grind.
(via isayhella)
totes.
obvi!
i’ve got hot eyes and i’m wondering why my hands get so clamy during class or why i’ve got to be a bitch when you’re around, when you’re in front of me and when you’re in my mind are two different places. and i wear two different faces and keep the truth in my pocket while you’re always on my mind. i wish you would talk, talk, talk, talk ‘till you...
would you like to see me often?
when you get lost, feeling your way around on the outside and you lose your keys, you put them some place. finally you’ve got to say goodbye to all those friends you knew were here i knew you were right here when i left, i really did i really did. it all adds up to more than you’ve got left in your wallet and i guess you’re afraid to show your neighbor the bills, but you’ve...
Animal Collective Brothersport Video →
“you mean talib lyrics stick to my rib?
you don’t really know him, why is...”
– get em’ high
December 2009
14 posts
intrigue runs a million miles a minuet. and i’m just trying to get away.
fear belittles the soul i wonder if she worries about her perceived state i wonder if she thinks about the life she left behind spending more of my existence behind a piece of plastic instead of in front of your face has me afraid of said interaction so while she takes some time to stretch, and finally gets off her ass, i’ll be waiting here. waiting is probably my least favorite thing that...
call me what you will. i know what i want, know what i need. don’t know what i want, don’t know what i need. you really don’t get any of this do you? have i been talking to a giant face, with a kid and a switchboard on the other side of the curtain? well that’s sort of how i feel. not exactly. but i’m pretty sure i’m tired of your shit. tired of your fantasy....
time to get back to you
yeah I think about getting shit off of my chest all the time. looping songs with subconscious thought as i carry on the day. can i tell you i miss shrimp po boys? dressed? i guess i’m always inside my own head, debating and deconstructing. laughing and organizing. you think you can’t make someone love you with a song, but that’s exactly how we got here. i sleep until...