August 2008
2 posts
follow me through rows of sunflowers, gold on your cheeks until the sky streaks red with our laughter and the starlight finally lands in your eyes.
if i never pretended, what were you doing?
June 2008
0 posts
bob dylan
all i can do is be me, whoever that is.
May 2008
3 posts
let’s wear flowers in our hair and be every cliche in the book and love it all the while laying bare among the dew drops.
of greater wishes.
i wish i had the guts to fucking leave and not even care. i don’t care anymore, about anything and i hate that. nothing makes me happy, and the things i rely on to make it better are more numbing than anything. i don’t know what to do. i want you in my arms. i want out, and as much as i love my mother all she does is hurt me when i’m down and ignore the fact that i cry numerous...
April 2008
16 posts
i’m sick of pretending and i’m sick of life. where is the fast foward button so i can see if it’s worth sticking it through?
sound of silence
today is the day of silence pledge at my school, and i am a part of it. we are silent to help stop the abuse (verbal and physical) that students who identify as gay, bisexual, or undecided go through everyday. i hope, in some little way, it all helps.
goodnight, moon
and that’s really the only thing she had to say, after all.
muxtape:gladyoung →
call me a sparrow and i'll fly
to do: scan polaroids, write, global work, find a new book, look for canvas’ in the basement.
“and in perfection we lose what is most human in us all.”
bedtime - 1:40 am, and i’m secretly proud of myself, no self-induced angst, even. i like when i can be alone and at peace with the world. it’s still too cold to go lie in the grass outside, and plus, the sky is cloudy. what use is imagining the stars when i have to imagine a better future everyday? at least the stars are steadfast.
i am so, so ready.
roll my blues away
i don’t even know what i want, anymore. college is seeming less and less appealing - i just want to get out and start my life already. give me an apartment, some paper and pens, and a camera, and i’m set for life. (some friends with me would be nice, too.) (a new life would be better.)
top of my love
i use emoticons as peace-bargainers.
lets break free.
London* Peanut Butter Cookies
(*Named such because the only blank paper I had to write the recipe on originally already had the word ‘London’ written on it. I was economising! On paper!) Ingredients: 1 and 1/2 cup regular sugar 1/2 cup brown sugar 2 cups (or a whole regular jar) peanut butter 2 eggs (or approp. egg substitute, i can look up my brand) 36 chocolate pieces, kisses (optional but \o/) Directions: ...
sent a letter downtown, downtown
i wrote a song in the shower today, did you forget about forever? i don’t remember how it goes but it was pretty clever. i want to fall in love, i want my bumblebee by my side, i want someone to recite me ee cummings in the park. freckles catching on specks of sunlight on a glass lens. i don’t know.
“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who...”
– Catcher In The Rye, J.D. Salinger
