For years I've been trying to stretch the muscles in my brain, so to speak ( Read more... )

Many studies in neurology show that our brains fill our memory gaps with memories that make more sense to the situation ( Read more... )

The amount of times in the day I think about cats may or may not have a significant correlation to the amount of times I wonder whether or not I will die alone ( Read more... )

they say you have to go through the grit to get to the gold, or maybe that's just what I've been telling myself ( Read more... )

love is a pleasure of life that the privileged take for granted. observation tells me it is not worth having. i am comfortable knowing that when i am inevitably left to myself as i have been for all these years, that the once sharp pain of being alive will have been dulled by repeated disappointment.

Lately I've been uninspired ( Read more... )

He still writes, and I thought this foul-mouthed prince was through and gone, yet still, he writes, he pushes the words into charming shapes, sentences that make my heart break while I read and blush and gush and know that he's so far away ( Read more... )

It's taken me a long time to learn that you can't trust everyone.

Apparently you can't open yourself up to people,
because they tear right in and feed from your soul.

In other news,
I sat down to use my phone and it shut off randomly, said that battery was dead.
Don't spirits drain batteries?
Why.

I only care on nights like these where I feel completely alone.
There's something beneath my bones that haunts until night falls.

I wish I were someplace that doesn't exist, sleep.

oh foul-mouthed prince, plucking petals from my eyelids ( Read more... )