May 2011
27 posts
Anonymous asked: you shouldnt need to censor yourself
To be totally honest, I feel like even here in my sanctuary there are things I can’t say. Things that I want to say. I don’t think it’s fair to say them. I’ve put you through a lot of shit so far and I feel bad about putting you through more. But the truth is that I miss you terribly. I miss the way I felt around you and I wish I could just relive those weeks and enjoy you again. A lot has...
“All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.”
– The Books of Bokonon, Cat’s Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut
“It was all right,” said Billy. “Everything is all right, and everybody has to...”
– Billy Pilgrim, Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five
Anonymous asked: that girl was obviously a supreme waste of time
There is no bond of love so strong as that between a boy and his dog.
Metamorphosis Five, Philip Glass. I love this...
So obviously from the last few posts I haven’t been the happiest lately. A girl dropped me pretty hard. A girl I was ridiculously into. I’ve never liked someone that much pre-relationship. Ever. Tumblr is my safe space, where I can talk about anything I want and I don’t have to worry about censoring myself for whoever may be reading. Enter problem: Turns out she might...
Anonymous asked: when was the last time you were in love
Anonymous asked: who are you
“It’s not about forcing happiness; It’s about not letting sadness win.”
– The Wonder Years, “Local Man Ruins Everything”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuwgQ7-RWrk
I wonder what it would be like to have a room without the constant addition of stoners playing video games. Seriously, they are here 24/7. In my dorm room. In the last month I haven’t had more than an hour in my room alone at a time. I hate living here.
Semi-Deep Revelation of the Day
Maybe soft determinism has a point. Being angry at someone serves no function. Everyone acts the way they do according to their own disposition and experiences. Things couldn’t have happened any other way. Still, though… Fuck you. Really and truly, fuck you.
God I hate being lied to. If you’re going to tear me apart the very least you can do is be honest with me. Turns out you were full of lies. Funny how that works I guess.
I’ve decided I don’t like philosophy. It’s just a collection of petty squabbles with no solutions.
Shit sucks.
I just realized I’m currently in the act of running home to my mother.
I’m going home. It’s a 5 hour drive but I’m going home. There’s nothing quite like a dog to make you feel okay again.
Give me a minute and my mask will be back on. Brb my insides are dying.
I feel like my heart is in vise. My chest is about to implode.
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Sorry if I'm being an asshole...
but if you’re writing something you want people to believe in, you have to spellcheck. I mean really. Woman = singular. Women = plural. Not so hard. Subject verb agreement!!! It’s the right of every sentence to have an equal opportunity to grammatical health.
My day yesterday: awesome
So yesterday I was in the woods with my friend and we had partaken of the herb. Suddenly, we were face to face with three deer, a mother and two babies. The mother was no more than five feet away from me and she stood staring at me head on for a matter of minutes. It was an incredible experience, just thinking about what was actually happening. I was in the process of texting a friend, so I...
“The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies...”
– Billy Pilgrim, Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut
Anonymous asked: You may have a chance of rain, but somewhere inside of you there is a pocket of sunshine.
Those eyes.
There’s something about those eyes. She hates them. But those eyes. Deep, dark brown, like the bark on a tree. She thinks they’re boring. She thinks they’re plain and ordinary, but there’s a world inside those eyes. She thinks they’re static, but they’re always changing, morphing from one shade to another. When she laughs they turn a rich mahogany. When she cries they’re almost black, and ...
