September 2011
Oh god oh god oh god what the fuck happened...
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where the wild likes are.: Bennington College: →
thisiswhereikeepmyswag:
We’re gonna tell you you’re free to be who you want and to explore your passions using any and all of the resources we have available.
We’re gonna tell you that you can study things like, oh say, creative writing and journalism and film.
We want you to make mistakes and learn from them and…
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I look at you sometimes, while you are talking, or smiling, and I wonder what you are thinking. I’ve never wanted in to someone’s head like that, to get answers to questions I used to be too afraid to ask. I am still afraid, afraid to cross invisible boundaries, to break unspoken truces. I wish it wasn’t like this. I wish you could see me for every single thing that I am. ...
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twelve.
sometimes she really believed she was a ghost.
it was in the way that the dust wouldn’t stir for her,
and people seemed to see so easily
her bones and the space between them;
it was in the sound of the rain,
and the sound of nothing at all.
mirrors have become too dangerous to trust,
and the clocks have stopped keeping steady time.
I walk down the hall
And think about pulling fire alarms.
My skin has lost some electrons to you,
An imperceptible shift in the force of gravity,
In the direction of the setting sun.
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I know a little pain, a little lust,
I lose myself at night to feel the rush.
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"When The Fairy Tale Ends, Real Life Begins"
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tonsilog:
This is one of the most amazing thing’s Ive seen on Tumblr.
A++++
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I’ve said it once, I’ve said it twice, I’ve said it a thousand fucking times: That I’m okay, that I’m fine, that it’s all just in my mind, But this has got the best of me and I can’t seem to sleep. It’s not ‘cause you are not with me, it’s ‘cause you never leave.
Forgive me.
Things are here, and you’re over there, And in between: land, sea, everything. I hope you’re warm, and I hope you think of me, And the way things used to be. Yesterday a telegram said that you had died, But I knew and I know that it was a lie. I tried to laugh, but went back to my room and cried. I mean our room, I went back to our room and cried. Retreat, and come back home.
You know you're never sure.
I am nothing
if not a functional addict.
But every now and then,
like any addict,
I slip.
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I've got nothing to do but hang around and get...
it was morning
and we turned to the window,
faithful flowers
your hands
parted the atoms between
the ghosts caught in my eyelashes
i was blinded by the brightness
of the rising sun
it was noon
and i couldn’t find my shadow
your hands
made sandwiches
adjusted the broken radio
until the static tasted sweeter
the refrigerator hummed away in the corner
like it knew i was happy
...
Hard twilight.
You woke up before me. When I finally lifted my lids, you were propped on one shoulder, asking me why I’ve been so silent lately. You said that you knew I was always silent this time of year, but that it was different this time. Deeper. Impenetrable.
I remember you seemed like a dream. Like your arm was not your arm. That bundle of nerves, veins and science knows what else all nicely...
