I feel a pathetic pander, meandering through the harsh impersonal waves of the internet ( Read more... )

nothing inspires me more than the ( Read more... )

sometimes an empty room can feel like an empty heart. the gentle hum of a VCR playing childhood favorites isn't so distracting, because I'm not watching the TV, I'm reading books in the soft light of an old lamp. and the pictures aren't really there for me to look at, to focus on, it's just the combination of that humming noise, the flash of colors ( Read more... )

I think I do this because I feel empty. And for a while, when I started, it was fulfilling. Each ad easily merits fifty responses, if not more, excluding spam. And maybe fifteen will be worth writing back to. And maybe two or three will stay in contact for a while. But it always ends, always. I used to be hurt when someone left but now I just feel ( Read more... )

a couple days ago in class I stopped taking notes and instead only wrote down interesting words that my professor said. these are them ( Read more... )

she is opinion-less ( Read more... )

words that patter against the pavement like gentle rain ( Read more... )

I am making lines across the darkening sky ( Read more... )

this is me, becoming boring ( Read more... )

I wish that all my words could be beautiful.
I wish I could shape them into something sweet and meaningful
quietly translate into something simple for each person who read them.
touch everyone's lives in a way unique to them. mean something.
not just look pretty, but actually mean something.
convey an emotion, an idea, a thought, a purpose.
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