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july thirteenth, 2011
there is nothing in the air, here, not today ( Read more... ) -
this is the most sincere thing i've ever written so it should not be taken seriously
When I die, I want the earth to shake. I want thunder and lightning to be at my funeral, and be really loud about it, because no matter how apathetic I act, no matter how many words I don't say, I just want to be remembered. I want Sarah Kay to write a poem for me. When I die I want to donate all of my organs, so it would be like trading my life ( Read more... ) -
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pages were dedicated to resolving love and more were dedicated to confirming it, did i really need to be that sure of you, i wonder, was i wrong, would we have grown old together if being in bed with you made me happier, was i making an excuse not to wake up next to you every morning, i told myself i didn't want to settle, i told myself i wanted ( Read more... ) -
but i digress
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something to make me feel better
you know that feeling where you're like a second/word/breath away from crying and it feels like you have something ginormous stuck in your throat that wont come out or go down? i have several theories about what it is that's there ( Read more... ) -
go write about a can of sprite.
sprite!, you say. you are a can, nothing more than a can, i tell myself, second-rate to its cola cousins ( Read more... ) -
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earlier, a kind of fear hit me, an uneasy doubt like not remembering whether or not you locked the door when you left, those "what if"s tease me still, now, and i'm swatting away at them to no avail, i don't want to do this anymore, my lips bleed and i am forgetting the names of people who used to mean so much to me, my lips bleed onto my lap and i ( Read more... ) -
day five: your dreams
why did you have to take interest in things that don't revolve around money? why couldn't your greatest passion in life by entrepreneuring in.. in bling? writing takes away the larger part of your soul and gives back minimum wage. a part of you knows that you'll end up:
a) living in a one-bedroom apartment with coffee stains everywhere writing the ( Read more... ) -
i've wasted too many days
your hand leaves a trail as it smudges what you have just written and it speaks to you even though on any other day you would have been frustrated. every time you move your hand, what is printed onto the side of your pinky stamps onto the paper again and again, the p the p the p and you turn your hand to look at it. right there in the creases of ( Read more... ) -
act I, scene i: a soliloquy from a bored helpless woman
i'm not a very emotional person.
i mean, when it comes down to it, i'm not a robot or anything. i just have fewer tears than others. i'm not able to cry on command, and the only movie i've cried watching is this really old korean gangster movie which wasn't even sad, i dont know.
these last few weeks have, i think, changed the way i view things. i'm ( Read more... )