May 2013
“I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of night before, that...”
– John Knowles, A Separate Peace (via vvolare)
in your wake
brightlightsloudnoises:
i love u is written on the back of a fortune cookie fortune you stuck on my mirror months before you left
i’ve been staring at it for several minutes and i’ve put shaving cream on my toothbrush twice as
cold water drips onto my foot from the shirt
that i had to handwash because i couldn’t find one more fucking quarter
Infinite jest.: manifestoz: Dear Diary, Today I... →
manifestoz:
Dear Diary, Today I vandalized a bathroom stall. During 7th period, I carefully penned a large section of Abraham Lincoln’s Lyceum address, sandwiched in between a doodle of a penis and a list of girls with “nice asses”. In black marker, it stands proudly now, it’s big, it’s in…
For A Better Propaganda: they say “no one loves... →
whoartgos:
they say “no one loves you like you love you” (by yourself, beneath sheets still wrapped in plastic) there’s a hollow rattle in your ribs, every time you fight through a breath
so you watch your girlfriend remove her inflatable tits so you disassemble your jungle cock, for the moment, remember…
takingstockofwhatmattersmost:
words were flung from tongue to the seas only hoping that just one captured ear and turned a head instead of falling silently as a drop dripped into the sea of normality
with
Because I’m much more gluttonous than you are.
What?
Because I love things. I love people. I don’t believe in shitty people. I believe in shitty reasons, or shitty reasoning. I love people, I, I, I think you love ideas the way that I love but I love the person behind the idea. I love their logic, their motivation, their experiences or lack thereof that get them there. I think...
