May 2011
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“Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I...”
– Sylvia Plath (The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath)
absentia:
Probably one of the most upsetting feelings in the world is knowing that there is a person you will never have sex with, no matter what.
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i used to look forward to going to sleep at night. but now i’m haunted by my thoughts in my sleep. and by the sunlight in the morning.
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“A poet is always on the edge of the unsayable—trying to turn it into something...”
– Lorna Crozier (via something-more-productive)
aaudioboxerr:
Heard your name the other day It’s been a long, long time Ancient history, some would say Another state of mind You smell of memory Felt-tipped electric child
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will you fuck me?
just fuck me,
and make me lose all thought or feeling.
let’s just go
through the motions.
something-more-productive:
if you love me, won’t you let me know
Duchamp was the dadda of Dada.
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i think you are fake
and don’t really care about me.
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me: that's probably the saddest part. how they so love each other and don't want to let go, but will have to let go. they'll have to because they can't just live in suffering or live with a lie that it'll work out. because it obviously won't. so eventually they will let go. he'll let go. they'll let go and their love will be lost. they will have lost to the odds.
friend: but its not the odds that they lost too. Even if they lost at all. They gained so much more than they could have hope for. The memories of those persons. The good times, the emotions, they will create for them who they are going to be. They will influence the next relationship. Their love (which has subsided) will never be lost because it will be shown in their future actions and they WILL BE BETTER because of it.
i talked to him for about six hours today. this conversation came from a song he made me listen to, Sorry by Maria Mena, that made me cry. he didn't know, but this was the exact thing I needed to hear. this made me cry too.
empty
April 2011
madteen:
I hate myself.
cvltsofdrones:
I don’t understand marriage. Just like
I don’t understand military families.
First questions various women ask me
is if i’m in the military or if I’m going
into it. I’m not. You seek stability, stability
on war.
re-demption:
In simple silences,
where animalistic screams lay buried in ash,
you can hear your own thoughts.
You can hear your own fear.
Run.
i am very sad.
for no particular reason, apart from feeling stupid and hating myself. i’m constantly afraid of being ridiculous. so i don’t say anything. thusly appearing stupid and uninterested and boring. i hate it. i hate everything. i absolutely hate myself. fuck this and fuck my life. i’m sorry everyone for you having known me. you’d be happier without knowing me.
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“Live dangerously and you live right.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via trua)
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“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
– Virginia Woolf (via mykeenknife)
thebloom:
“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
—The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
i have a major issue with trust.
when someone compliments me, i automatically believe they are lying with the intent of an alternative motive.
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i know the game you play.
yeah sure, i’ll let you have your fun. but this time around, my walls are up, laced with thorns and cianide. i’m not letting you in.
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all around me
the world is busy.
cleaning
and
packing
and
hurrying.
while i
sit here,
and
wonder.
why,
everything stays the same.
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i tend to surround myself with people that care about themselves more than they do about me. the kind of people who talk about themself and stories of their life when i’m talking about something.
it’s just a noticed trend.
justsomegiiirl:
How many days go by before you stop thinking about someone every day? The constant occupation. That person who you thought you’d never forget about, the one who consumed your thoughts. After some time passes, you start thinking about them every other day, once a week. Then once a month, and then barely at all. But here is my question; when do they finally dissapear?
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When was the last time you did something for the...
i want to try something new. but i think i’m too afraid to
I cannot express my feelings anymore. You've gone...
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“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the...”
– Brian Andreas (via justsomegiiirl)
And She fights for her life As she puts on her coat And she fights for her life on the train She looks at the rain as it pours And she fights for her life As she goes in a store With a thought she has caught by a thread She pays for the bread and She goes… Nobody knows.
