December 2009
Time to:
get ready for the new year’s eve party and pack my stuff and all this other business.
ashley, reblog with what book you want.
mama-wolf, where have you been?
holy crap, you guys
I don’t think I can communicate to you just how awesome my dog is.
I posted this as a note on FaceBook:
vild:aseriesofserendipities:macaroononastick:thisiscashmoney:
Earlier tonight, a girl from Kent, Washion on Tumblr (a sort of blog/social networking site I frequent) posted her suicide note on her blog. Within seconds, at least a hundred of tumblr users reblogged it to gain awareness. Using her IP address, they found out her name and where she lived. The Kent City Police Department got over fifty...
“… And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss”
– Bright Eyes (via vild)
One day
one day, I’m going to live by the sea. One day, I’m going to be in a place where it thunders and storms as much as it has been in my heart for the past seventeen years. One day, I’m going to to live in a place with blizzards and trees and wild animals. Me and my camera and the animals all around me, everything alive.
Me: Dad, why does mom hate when I wear my flannel?
Dad: Cause, she wishes you would dress like a girl.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight, lead me out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance. Silver moon’s sparkling. So kiss me
Keep calm, and carry on.
“I’ve always felt that it wasn’t exactly my life that I was living,...”
– Eddie on True Blood
Am I fooling everyone, or just fooling myself?
I’ve just decided that, from now on, I’m not going to treat people the way I’d like to be treated, but I’m going to treat people the way they’ve treated me. I’m going to avoid being used by using people and I don’t know any other way to manage the issues I have. I can’t let myself trust people anymore unless they’ve earned it, and if they break...
I was in the darkness; I could not see my words Nor the wishes of my heart. Then suddenly there was a great light —
“Let me into the darkness again.” -Stephen Crane
I don't
want him to be happy, because he doesn’t deserve it. And because I know that she deserves better.
“I’m impossible to forget, but I’m hard to remember”
– Elizabethtown
New Favorite TV Show?
1000 ways to die on spike.
The Poetry of Stephen Crane
Love walked alone. The rocks cut her tender feet, And the brambles tore her fair limbs. There came a companion to her, But, alas, he was no help, For his name was heart’s pain.
laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints?
I want my goddamn motherfucking camera
get off backorder and ship now, please kay thanks bye
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my best friend
Is as cute as a button and as lovely as a rose. She’s as sweet as chocolate and I know I can count on her. She’s got a temper and she’s got lots of opinions, but I know that no matter what, she’ll go mamma bear on anyone who fucks with her friends. This is for you, since you’ve been there through it all. She’s got a crush on a tiger called Apollo and brings a...
“Is it the sea you hear in me?
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing,...”
– sylvia plath
I'm deeply craving a thunderstorm
stephen crane poetry
I met a seer. He held in his hands The book of wisdom. “Sir,” I addressed him, “Let me read.” “Child — ” he began. “Sir,” I said, “Think not that I am a child, For already I know much Of that which you hold. Aye, much.”
He smiled. Then he opened the book And held it before me. — Strange that I should have grown so suddenly...
sorcha
let’s hang out