July 2011
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May 2010
2 posts
For months I watched her. Sometimes from the edge of her guest bed where we lay like dirty sheets; puddles of the world. Id-ridden teeth behind the lips of our kisses will be all that I’ll remember in twenty goddamn years. The way I loved her as a woman, and you loved me as a man. With every touch and feeling curated, like our creator was a lover who should learn to swallow pain:...
He said, … –“papa was a sparrow with doleful eyes; head cocked, east side. all genuflect on sky scraped knees. sunk in air too thick for flying He shut windows and stained sheets; empty in the end like light– less rooms, dregs of glass, or words so faint and vacuous that even I never thought twice of their meaning. Messy but never with prints, of whom each shard had once belonged....
March 2010
2 posts
BOYS DON’T CRY
February 2010
10 posts
Oh hey guys.
My life has always been a foreign film, now I am...
The Dreamers directed by Bernardo Bertolucci
With Michael Pitt, Eva Green, Louis Garrel
Dear Father, I have no intention of making a peace pact between my body and my...
– Saint Margaret of Cortona; February 22, 1297 (via minor-arcana)
Minor-Arcana →
My other less personal tumblr, where I reblog a lot for stuff and have a lot less pointless poetry & cryptic updates.
I wish my secrets were still secrets, but of innocence I am Lady Macbeth. The indelible blood from which I rid my hands is indeed contrite, though of no one but myself.
I’ve been a sleeveless Dickenson since the bathtub and my head met with force.
January 2010
33 posts
Mixtape →
Don’t eat, do drugs, disappear.
ev•a•nesce |ˌevəˈnes|verb [ intrans. ] poetic/literary pass out of sight, memory, or existence.
I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the...
– JD Salinger
Has anyone tried ayahuasca before?
The greatest medicine is the emptiness of everything.
14461.) Sometimes I wish we were older. I wish we...
(Always)
Cold wind in an empty room passes with no resistance, lingers longer; is to winter, is to spirit. My aura is growing paler as I am growing distant & it’s almost a shame bones had to break to keep me [from] feeling [this].
When you realize the story you’re telling is just words, when you can just...
– Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
If you resolve to give up smoking, drinking and loving, you don’t actually live...
– Clement Freud
I’m thinking of leaving school, growing a beard, and joining the circus.
– Cassie; Season 2, Episode 5
If I were a month, I’d be November .If I were a day of the week, I’d be Wednesday. If I were a time of day, I’d be 2:30 AM. If I were a celestial body, I’d be the Moon. If I were a sea animal, I’d be a sea turtle. If I were a direction, I’d be North. If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a coffee table. If I were a liquid, I’d be Gin. If I were a gemstone, I’d be Amber. If I were a...
And I will be your false prophet. Paper papillion of a manifestation infestation, I have become an elegant slave to the finest of poisonous arts. Electricity runs, runs, runs static -and monochromatic like momento Fall(en) leaves under the eclipse- swallowed in transient starry-eyed garbage, surrealist bullshit! ; and so borderline black and white imagery within naught but the image reads...
We have art so that we will not be destroyed by the truth.
– Friedrich Nietzsche
December 2009
20 posts