One million Buddhist beers on the wall, one... →
I am dissatisfied with everything.
Too late, the surviving inhabitants of such a nation would crawl from ruins of...– holy shit, Kurt Vonnegut
Tonight, I feel empty. But it’s an emptiness carved with the sharpest waking nightmares Into the softest, most impressionable facet of my soul. Tonight I glimpsed the future. And the reality of it was so unfathomable It brought tears of loss and sheer devastation to my eyes, Blurring my view of the road on which I was driving. My heartbeat is nothing but a resonating sound in the hollow...
The fact is that, yeah, I’m one of the guys. But with you, I’m get so hopelessly feminine that it makes me want to wretch. And for some absurd reason, this is okay with me. Between men, I am infallible, invincible, I am untouchable and on fire In my own waking dreams, which overlay my perception of the world around me. I’ll sit alone at the bar, thank-you, and I’ll wait...
hallelujah asked: what if its oeanutbutter and jelly slasthered in cheese
Wite-Out and red Sharpie
Spill liquid purity over scribbles of black on the pages of your past. Let the newness obscure everything you thought you would cling to forever. Use your fingers to spread it precisely, letting the opaque color of fresh stain every crevice in your fingerprint and hide every imperfection from your youth. When it dries, find the strongest shade of ferocity in the box. Overwrite your false purity...
My knuckles are bloody Spattered, dripping red over black and blue. Hold my ragged hand and kiss fresh raindrops onto fingernails torn from fighting this stone wall that you’ve built so solidly around yourself. Hear the plea that I’ve been screaming at you for a month without forming the words. let me in, let me in, let me in
I feel like I've been neglecting my tumblr. :/
But I’m so damn busy…
Went back to work today after having 3 days off. All three days were spent at a massive music festival. I hate real life. I want to live out of my car selling back massages and my crappy jewelry and paintings.
Do you have any hickeys/bruises on your body? Bruises, yeah Do you always answer your phone? no Has anyone toyed around with you? Yeah, and it never works out too well for them. I get pissed and mean. Can you handle the truth? Always. Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? multiple times Do you believe anyone has possible feelings for you? perhaps What made...
Did you know that the average breath you breathe contains about 10 sextillion...– seven mysteries of life by guy murchie (via constantflux) I love these thoughts that people share. Using logic and math to present ideas that can’t be proven with logic OR math.
I haven’t shampooed or conditioned my hair in 3 days and it’s awesome. Don’t worry. It still is being washed. (Btw, shampoo is really bad for your hair and conditioner is pretty much just grease to make it shiny for a single day. 1 cup water + 1 Tsp baking soda = shampoo supplement and 1 cup water + 1 Tsp vinegar = conditioner supplement. Day 3 of my no-poo experiment...
Oh yeah! Confession 14/30
I was an hour late to work today because I was doing something vastly more important for my spiritual well-being that involved anonymous writings in a drawer in a table in a coffee shop. A drawer is what I look forward to, these days. Correspondence with strangers via an antique tin-topped table. I will be in that shop at 7:30 a.m. tomorrow morning hoping to God that someone wrote something back....
1, 2, 3
A: Inhale, Exhale. In with the good. Out with the bad. B: Push, relax. Exert force. Tabletops are best. C: Find something QUICKLY to distract yourself from the fact that you want to beat the living hell out of someone’s face. This is coping with life + slightly violent tendencies.
I often wish that I wasn’t born with obsessive compulsions for stupid things. Like having the volume on a number divisible by five. If I could be so conscious of a project, I’d be amazing at so many things.
After last night, I’m swearing off whiskey AND catfish for a while.
I have a burning desire to move to North Carolina. And I’ve never even been there.
It is not a sign of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society.– J. Krishnamurti (via catapleustico) (via constantflux)
Confession 10/30 (or 1/3, if reduced)
I’m desperate to be my own person. But you’d rather fight with me about it than listen. You could learn a few things from me. I know you could.
I'm drawing a blank.
What the hell are we doing?