January 2010
15 posts
“the last thing i want to be is overly dramatic. i just think it’s best...”
– you can’t miss, what you forget. flawless words.
gay, bi, lesbian, pansexual, a straight ally,...
http://www.queerthecensus.org
if you’re under 18, tell your parents to write in sharpie over their census;
“my son/daughter is gay-bi-lesbian-transgender-straight ally, do they count?”
stand tall, scream loud, love hard!
<3 make an impact.
"i'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your...
writers live longer - true story. JD salinger, rest in peace brother.
home is where you hang yourself.
i’m feeling groggy today. i click and drag the contents of her space holiday’s “home is where you hang yourself” album into my playlist. double click. my soul is expelled through my mouth, my ears, my nose, every pore on my body breathes a sigh of peace, of ease, of readiness - to try. i hit the “loop all” option. “this is gunna take a while,” i tell...
everyones running for that finish line.
but what if you don’t have an ending in mind, this big beautiful epic demise? what if the life you’ve lived is both tragic in that blissfully monotonous (in a content way;) and beautiful enough as it is? what are you really running for - chasing after? who are you, without who you want to become? Ive never chased anything besides my mind. but are you worse? - for running towards...
smirking.
mesh into me, and i’ll make sure i pick out every little fiber of you until you’re nothing but a pile of thread on my floor. dont come near me unless i edge closer to you first.
consider it a lesson learned.
duality. the single perfect explanation of my being, in its entirety.
swim. swum. swam. sink. sank. sunk.
i’m awoken from my underwater slumber by muffled ringing, looking up in a daze i see thousands of phone recievers dangling from the waters surface on tightly curled cords. i swim laps below them, the ringing now buzzing a hole right through my head. i extend a hand, grasp a reciever firmly; pulling down on the cord. the ringing ceases at once. then, my torso jerks upward. the cord...
you're standing
at the end of the driveway with your camera, taking pictures of me sitting in the half dead grass. you plead with me to look up, but i wont. i’ve been fighting you on pictures the past two days. pictures capture what the eye cannot. and my eyes are pouring vulnerability, oozing love, gushing fascination - you get the jist. later youre laying on the edge of the vast glowing fountain, your...
filth is brilliance, growth is divinity.
dictionary, you have failed me.
“love, i won’t break your heart, ‘cause i’ve seen this all before, you’re a fire that grows from just a spark, and then walks right out the door. with your head up high, would you try, try to place your feet back on the ground?”
love⋅sick
–adjective
1. languishing with love: a lovesick adolescent. 2. expressive of such languishing: a lovesick note.
i...
“I’m not looking to be mystified. I just want to know you from the soul...”
– i fall in love with perfect strangers. and until i read those words, i didnt “know” anyone in the world would ever be curious about me.
"the roots of this wont stop for anything - not...
i keep getting advised that i’m not facing the situation at hand, and that i need to address it now before it consumes me. what nobody is aware of - the person that this “situation,” encompasses, has consumed me for years, but not in the sense of many others in my past, they were not a leech, a blood hungry virus out to devour me; they were all of the most positive things. my...
say what i know you'll say;
say you’ll stay. happiness has become my warm bed, laughing with my manager at work so much my cheeks start to hurt, maggie the pug falling asleep listening to jimmy eat world, her favorite. happiness, is an unfathomable virtue, when it seems so impossible to reach. simplicity and happiness are very closely correlated concepts. the second you stop dwelling on the following; the facades that...
somedays i just want to sell everything i own and
run like hell, until i can breathe again. i want to get on a greyhound with a single suitcase. a pair of jeans, a couple tshirts, a photo album and any cash i’ve got. i wanna close my bank account. change my name. cut off all my hair. camp out under the stars, freezing cold, sharing body heat with the only other person brave enough to come with me. to follow me to the end of the earth - if...