"the dead speak, but we as a people have forgotten how to listen."
---patti smith

why do i know a patti smith quote?

did i tell you i'm obsessed with french opera?

sitting in the smoke-filled air in Hollywood.. i contemplate. the coffee is still hot sitting on my right side, and given more time will go untouched. waiting for an ex, i sit with lungs filling of smoke from a cigarette given to me from some kid who says, "here i think you need this more than me." the virus blasts in my headphones and there are no ( Read more... )

right this second i think i adore the fact that i can just sit here and not worry about anything. earlier i was extremely misemotional, but not now no no ( Read more... )

i love how i just wrote the longest entry and then my computer decided to restart. fucking amazing ( Read more... )

Donc vous asseyez là-bas écouter votre Sinatra Franc la nourriture italienne qui mange. délicieuxment bel et d'une manière écrasante puissant sans jamais dit un mot. elle s'est penchée par-dessus et chuchoté.. n'a pas peur plus. il n'y a pas de besoin. et tout est devenu que tout le monde espère pour dans leurs rêves ( Read more... )

the fight to stay positive gets harder and harder. i feel the tears and unhappiness well up inside of me. it's getting harder to swallow it. there's no one to talk to anymore. i sit here in front of my computer wishing there was someone here. but there isn't. there never is, is there? even if there were i wouldn't know what to say. i never know ( Read more... )

one two cha cha cha ( Read more... )

what should I do ( Read more... )

old friends ( Read more... )

ah times have been a little weird lately ( Read more... )