November 2010
And whatever a sun will always sing is you.
FUCK ANXIETY.
Open up your skull, it’ll be there.
We’ve got lots of snacks. Pop tarts.
There’s no black or white, No change in the light, No night, no golden sun.
She’s got a feeling everything is a little off. There’s something in the air that just isn’t quite right. She reads the lines one after another, but nothing makes sense. As she moves from space to space in her mind, she can’t make out the right thoughts to think.
watermelon gum. diet cola. flannels. hanging out with my brothers. rogue wave. bed head. new used books. leftovers. phone calls. vampire weekend. no homework. no school.
I’m gonna drive and undo these thoughts. I’m free of the need to be free.
san fran. portland. new mexico. toronto. seattle.
Loved until i’m dead, scratched until I bled. I was with you then, now I’m starting again.
i wanna be skinny-mini.
we had divine sense to know what to say, mind is a razor blade.
be sure to wear a flower in your hair.
i’d wear your black eyes, bake you apple pies.
the windows of my soul i throw wide open to the...
my favorite part about staying home from school is sitting in my cold kitchen alone and drinking coffee.
diet cokes. oil paints. books of poetry. books in general. coffee. red nail polish. making bracelets. wearing sweaters. missing best friends when you just saw them. listening to new music. indecision running through your brain. shitty ass high school. discovering new things. learning the world. being yourself. portland. seattle. kurt cobain.
“Everywhere man blames nature and fate yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passion, his mistakes and his weaknesses.”
“They love their hair because they’re not smart enough to love something more interesting.”
sometimes i feel no one will ever love me.
you’d be surprised what a bitch’ll do for a diamond ring.
Shake it like a ladder to the sun.
and the moon and the stars and the world
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off their beer-maddened husbands.
All I believe in is youth and diet cokes.
Man, oh man, you’re my best friend I scream it to the nothingness There ain’t nothing that I need
giving a piece of yourself is sometimes not enough.
I’d like to get out of here. Go to portland. LIVE. That’d be real nice.
Think of me.
i like people who don’t like me back.
i miss making you smile. why don’t you just stay and chat for awhile?
He’s sensitive and I don’t want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn’t care about him.
So sick of school. So sick of people. So sick of myself.
your youth is running out.
