December 2009
20 posts
breathe. breathe.
you’re finally getting your shit together.
I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ANYMORE.
clawing at my brain just doesn’t work.
(he asked me one day, why are you just staring out, staring out into the blank space?
i first asked who are you? but then i said, never mind me, it’s because the surface of this scorched earth is all i’m privy to seeing anymore.
he hooked his lithe fingers nimbly behind my ear, and whispered to me, i know you forgot who i was, but...
and i just - i just -
(oh god, let me try to not break down.)
i just can’t stop dreaming about your hair, how i’d run my fingers through them, or your eyes and your lips and how they’d crinkle into all types of tissue paper when you’d smile, or how we went to the beach one day and just kept running and running and running because we felt so damn free
but how are there no words, no words,...
http://obsessionmia.blogspot.com/ →
i think i took one too many tumbles down the...
because now i am somewhere i don’t know the way out of, somewhere fantastical and horrific, somewhere the vines and brush grow their awful, dripping smiles.
http://princess-rachael3.xanga.com/ →
even though it’s too late
candyteeth:
(four ways to lose the love of your life) - (i lost her on a sunny day.) (it’s a secret how this happened, but a bit obviously glaring – one moment she was here, the next, she was gone. she said with roses and flowers and pretty letters penned by calligraphic hand that she was desperately sorry, and all you could do was look away and laugh and think [oh my god, oh my god] because you...
ash stymest.
my new boytoy model obsession xD
http://forums.thefashionspot.com/f52/ash-stymest-72971.html
i'll never speak again.
i’ll never love again.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8aAdHQEbSY&feature=PlayList&p=A16CE7AD8778EBA3&index=20
HE ATE MY HEART.
HE’S A MONSTER, THAT BOY IS A MONSTER.
four variations on a Thursday sunset
1.
Remember? Remember when we would admit such niceties as “will you be here if I come back tomorrow?” and “I will follow wherever you go”? Sure, those are generic phrases to utter, clichéd and all, but I really liked it when you’d give a soft hint of a smile, turn away, and say, Idiot, wind blowing your hair...
khr motherlode.
you know it.
http://www.animepaper.net/gallery/scans/Katekyo-Hitman-Reborn/
animepapers dumb tho, they only let me view like 3 things. ever. let’s see if they mercilessly block me again.
I CAN'T FIND IT.
whatever it is i’m supposed to find.
you know what,
maybe everyone’s just tired of me being the artsy kid. i sure know i am.
(how do i put it? it’s not that i’m fed up with having to create beautiful things or look for beautiful things every second of my life, but that everyone else doesn’t understand the beauty.
and the loneliness is perpetually ugly.)
mm, whatcha say, that you only meant well.
the jason derulo version of this song is kinda ridiculous, but oh well. :/
erk. link dump #4 (?) i have to warn all, this is going to be happening all vacation, most likely, as i’m on my sister’s computer and obviously can’t bookmark stuff. so please bear with the rather embarrassing (at times) links:
http://www.crunchyroll.com/group/Gokudera_Hayato
...
link dump #3.
i can’t promise this will be the last one.
http://sparkskey.livejournal.com/44526.html (this amuses me more than you can know)
http://community.livejournal.com/super_junior/1151393.html#cutid1 (wth, this as well xD)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WiU5GUfvVw
http://www.lilikoi-dream.com/doujin/pixiv-preview.jpg
http://www.lilikoi-dream.com/doujin/cover.jpg
...
more sites.
and then i’m done. i think.
http://fuckyeahladygaga.tumblr.com/page/2
http://blog.adamjustkidding.com/
http://community.livejournal.com/umberline/2617.html
some sites i can't bookmark at the moment.
think of this as an internetz reminder.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/giuliadifilippo
http://www.flickr.com/photos/cengman/
http://kjsdesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/madison-magazine-have-teamed-up-with.html
http://kjsdesign.blogspot.com/
http://kjsdesign.blogspot.com/2009/12/raymond-meier.html
...
(american psycho.)
the secret is, is that i’m the real american psycho. i’m rusting to my bones in what seems to be a severely dilapidated version of god’s limbo. breathless. alice’s rabbits run the town with time-bombs in their paws, tucking them carefully away into my every nook and cranny, and i’m patiently twiddling my fingers though i have a keyhole on my neck.
(and even so, even...
(and when they screamed, "death to the artsy...