December 2009
15 posts
RIP, Jimmy Sullivan
I am honestly surprised how much your death affected me. It is so sudden and unexpected. And unfair. There’s a fuckload of stupid, old, talantless people that could have died instead. 28 years is not the right age to die of natural causes.
My day and the night that is coming are dedicated to you, Rev. Similarly to many others, I spend my time listening to Avenged Sevenfold, appreciating...
“Sucking all the marrow out of life doesn’t mean choking on the bone…”
– John Keating, “Dead Poets Society”
“just when you start thinking that God has abandoned you,he gives you tap on the...”
– me XD (via jadecorpse)
Ina. (bow)
stolen from Ina, who stole it from Will
Why are you single? :D. ‘cause we’re all too hippie to be in a relationship! <3 What does your last text say? “Yay” :))) Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes… Did you drink anything with alcohol this week. Did you get drunk? I had some wine on Christmas Eve. No. If you could go back in time and change things, would you? Who wouldn’t? Do you...
hey, you...
Hey, You-Out-There! Are you here? Can you hear me? Are you willing to listen?
I fell on the ground today. In the McDonald’s parking lot. I have fallen yesterday, too, and my wrists are now hurting. What I hated more, though, was the mud.
Falling is okay. It makes you human. Every normal person falls sometimes. But falling in the mud, having your hands dirty, it sucks too much. It has some...
“Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo:...”
– Pablo Neruda. (“Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche”)
On falling asleep.
Her fingers on his face are stained with red paint and clay and they smell like cigarettes.
Her voice in his ear is hushed and she tells him a tale with an ending he always forgets.
His grasp on her body is strong, yet it’s tender and they’re now, in dusk, just some silhouettes.
His words in her ear are now weird, and almost asleep, he sounds like a man with Tourette’s.
november...