A weird thing that I will never understand.
imaanidoesnotexist: Pictures of vast quantities of marijuana, or a blog almost entirely dedicated to people doing pot and blowing out smoke in thick circles. Is that supposed to be cool? Congratulations, you’ve discovered weed. So has everyone else.
Day 4 - Write about your closest friend
What can I possibly say about my best friend? Oh wait, I know. Everything. This girl is quite possibly the kindest person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. First of all, she’s fucking great. She’s GREAT! She knows how to make the best of even the worst situations. She makes killer pancakes. She’s refreshingly optimistic. She’s a beautiful and mystical creature....
Day 3 - Favorite television program
Top Chef & Top Chef: Just Desserts! They’re so good!
Day Two- Piercings and Tattoos
Let’s see. I have my ears pierced twice on each ear. I used to have a cartilage piercing… God knows what happened to that. My piercings are all infected and beautiful. I wear earrings anyways. And clearly I have tattoos up and down my body.
Day 01 - Middle Name
My middle name is Elizabeth. I don’t know how I feel about it. Oh, wait. Yes, I do. Neutral.
She said “I’ll throw myself away, they’re just photos after all.” I can’t make you hang around. I can’t wash you off my skin. Outside the frame is what we’re leaving out. You won’t remember anyway.
I want nothing to do with you.
I wrote a love story... in Spanish.
En mi casa, hay un jardín de calabazas muy bonitos. Los calabazas no son cultivadas por mi or mi familia. Su origin es misterioso. Cuando yo era pequeña, mi mama me dijo una leyenda que los fantasmas que existen en nuestra casa. Hace muco tiempo, había una pareja vieja que vivía en esta casa. Hacía treinta años que la pareja se casaban. El viejo fue muy antipatico, y por eso él tenío un...
to kingdom come so slightly / here in the void in...
And then you meet me, and your whole world changes. Because everything I say is...– This is my last annoying post.
If you don't have a last.fm, you should make one. →
Also, stalk my ridiculously eclectic taste in music. I’m exposing myself to the public. Ripping my heart out. At the expense of my reputation. I guess I can’t really bitch about being “too indie for everybody” anymore. I will anyway.
oh i ain’t gonna live and i think that doc...
Please Download / Listen →
I wrote Harold, because there probably is a Harold somewhere who doesn’t...– Evan Stone
Hold your hand out palm side up Open, empty, light...
I feel so broke up I wanna go home
Today is going to change my life. “But how about the eyes, the eyes, the eyes? Mirrors can kill and talk, they are terrible rooms In which a torture goes on one can only watch. The face that lived in this mirror is the face of a dead man. Do not worry about the eyes—” -The Courage of Shutting Up; Slyvia Plath
I thought religion was pretty, and then you went...
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want; He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters; He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil; for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the...
they ask for more what do you think this fanclub is for? i slithered up each rose corridor i kept a warm safe place in my core before I lost it they ask for blood; what do you think this womans made of? i stuck a small thin pin in my thumb they dreamt a low long line to be crossed and I crossed it i’m alive but a different kind of life than the way I used to be i retire to a split...