January 2011
49 posts
how someone can feel so fragile and so angry is beyond me (now even if the will to sleep persists, i can’t)
sometimes it feels like all i need is a bowl of cheerios, the simpsons, and an old sweatshirt but i’m plagued with this responsibility and that obligation. we’re all plagued. couldn’t i just disappear for a day or two
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Anonymous asked: i'm a fly doing a backstroke through your salsa, I have no idea if I'm wearing any underwear. I am definitely not wearing a swimsuit but you can take solace my uncertainty of underwear. That pool skimmer is fucking huge and this bromine is awful strong. I much prefer awful to be a positive modifier. Awful nice.
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i remember you well in the chelsea hotel. you were talking so brave and so sweet. giving me head on the unmade bed while the limousine wait in the street. those were the reasons that was new york, we were running for the money and the flesh. that was called love for the workers in song, probably still is for those of them left. but you got away, didn’t you babe? just turned your back on the...
slipping
‘I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time.’
spent the latter half of my saturday night in tears really can’t trust anybody anymore
people say friends don’t destroy one another. what do they know about friends?
i’ll love you always (even when i say you distract me)
scream when captured, arch your back. let this whole town hear your knuckles crack.
(goddamn these vampires for what they’ve done to me)
sometimes the world can be so callous. i guess i can be callous too and so can you
i need so much but i want so little
if i could, i’d pick-lock you free
boyfriend and i are getting a hedgehog
fq
all in my head, i gave you a home i thought that would be for the better
from k
‘you looked unimpressed.’ ‘i still am.’
i just learned that there is a name for my habits
“Dermatophagia (sufferers can be called wolf-biters) is a form of obsessive-compulsive disorder wherein a sufferer compulsively bites their own skin. Sufferers typically bite the skin around the nails, leading to bleeding and discoloration over time.”
on a bit of a lighter note, you may now refer to me as WOLF-BITER
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i deleted my other blog. the one that was supposed to be personal. it’s just you and me now, followers. you and me. p.s. i can’t remember if i posted this already or not. here’s my formspring: http://www.formspring.me/findacanary
it’s the devil’s way now. there is no way out. you can scream and you can shout. it is too late now.
i forgot that i ever had one of these. ask me questions, if you want to
http://www.formspring.me/findacanary
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there are two kinds of visual memory; one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and then i see annabel in such general terms as: honey coloured skin, thin arms, brown bobbed hair, long lashes, big bright mouth); and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical...
i spent my life learning to feel less. every day i felt less. is that growing old? or is it something worse? you cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
doomed (sometimes)
