She's wasting away and you'd hate it.

In other news, none of these pictures look like me; I don't think they ever did.

with faux-deconstructionist pretension ( Read more... )

When you are all alone in the claustrophobic dark, it starts to feel like everyone else might be dead. That's the motherfuck about insomnia; it makes it so it is you alone with every rustling sound, and every creak and peck, until you ask yourself if it might be true, and everyone might be dead, including you. Of course, the bigger concern is how ( Read more... )

My brother likes to send me incredibly dumb shit and watch me explodify. Observe ( Read more... )

Oh. She was the praying mantis all along. I get it.

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She stands midway through the overpass bike bath in that sort of cloudless yellow sky that oppresses late afternoon. Behind her, cars sent a choppy wind across her back, and with the nonstop rush of tires on pavement -- if she closed her eyes -- she could imagine she was at the beach. He taught her that, once upon a time, on those nights when ( Read more... )

"Okay, you see, it's like this-" you hadn't paused for my hello, you were talking at the click of call acceptance. You were ready to go ( Read more... )

Absent the crazy I'm going stagnant ( Read more... )

I dreamed you showed up at my door, and I let you in ( Read more... )