hello, sir. would you like to trance with me?

i didn't really dance at high school dances,
or go to a whole lot in general.
i was weird and kinda bitter and didn't really understand,
so i figure i should make up for it now.

trance time?

okay, i love you.

we don't understand

http://www.guerrillaface.com/?cat=13&paged=2

now give me a kiss. 

they don't have avocado tacos here

http://seejaneworkplaylive.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-08-11T04:17:00-05:00&max-results=7&reverse-paginate=true

nor any beans.
but they tasted good with just lettuce and cheese, surprisingly.

and anything goes with whiskey.

forgive me the fear, if i thought i could lose you to them

" 'That boy is vulnerable. He has too great a capacity for joy. What will he do with it in a world where there's so little occasion for it?' "

"She survived it. She was able to survive it because she did not believe in suffering. She faced with astonished indignation the ugly fact of feeling pain, and refused to let it matter. Suffering was a senseless accident, it was not part of life as she saw it. She would not allow pain to become important. She had no name for the kind of resistance she offered, for the emotion from which the resistance came; but the words that stood as its equivalent in her mind were: It does not count - it is not to be taken seriously. She knew these were the words, even in the moments when there was nothing left within her but screaming and she wished she could lose the faculty of consciousness so that it would not tell her that what could not be true was true. Not to be taken seriously - an immovable certainty within her kept repeating - pain and ugliness are never to be taken seriously."

~atlas shrugged, ayn rand

/

http://www.angryhipster.com/?m=200911

forgive me

i walked forward, not really seeing but
hearing.
a drone who
didn't really care.
they say a flash will happen,
but it was not my life that i saw
but a million thoughts
as i stared into the light.
i did not want to leave 
but i did not want to regret

"unfair" i thought
just let me lay here
lay here
lay here

the hard ground is soft
the cold air is warm
my replete body is broken.

forgive me
my choice is made.

don't give up

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i haven't forgotten


i love my blog


and i love my two (?) readers that read it


and i love everyone


and i love the world


my computer is just sick and not working

be patient




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thanks to my loyal readers

and new readers alike who enjoy the bloggish person i am

i am fucked up

but


we all are


so relate to me

so relate to you

so relate to everyone

nature valley bar

http://thathipsterporn.org/?page=5

and coffee breath, apparently. 

nobody's hoping for better days and no one knows what to do

you're okay in your secret place
with no one bothering you
it might save time if i meet you there
but i don't care

i'd rather wait for you.

you had a new dream it was more like a nightmare

"what's the day?" 
"what's you doing?"
"how's your food?" 
"how's that song?"
man, it passes right by me it's behind me, now it's gone
i can't lift you up cause my mind is tired, it's family beaches that I desire
that sacred night where we watched the fireworks
they frightened the babies and you know they've got two flashing eyes
and if they are color blind, they make me
feel 
that you're only what I see sometimes 

veniae

http://iliketoforkmyself.blogspot.com/

hello, daul.

goodbye, daul. 

rip. 

don't worry i'll keep our promise

http://www.raversonly.com/index.php?showtopic=9363

or at least lie that i have 

but this way,
you'll still be happy.

the promised land exists

somewhere

maybe in your heart

and only for a second

but once it is felt

you will never be lost again

how many of us will ever get to feel it?

maybe you want her maybe you need her

http://dreamcatchings.tumblr.com/post/1552121799

your hands are cold

my heart is cold

blip

and you 
you knew the hand of a devil 
and you 
kept us awake with wolves' teeth 
sharing different heartbeats in one night

.

thinking about people's
insecurities for themselves and
how they deal with it
sometimes blaming others for their faults
sometimes striving for
perfection
so they feel worth something
but even if they are perfect
they are still unhappy
and
imperfect at least in that way
and i guess other people just
accept that they are not what or
who
they want to be
and they choose to remain that way.

we must find peace
to
realize perfection is a
waste.
then we can truly be ourselves
and still be productive
and maybe even
happy.

i can't save you if you don't let me

http://www.nativehipsters.co.uk/hipsters.html

we don't bleed when we don't fight

well

i guess i've been a little nonexistent

for awhile




not that time matters here.

happy

then gone

but time is not linear

or so i need to think

so

that i can make happiness exist in

every moment

because it existed

in one moment

and that moment can now exist somewhere

forever.