Oh god oh god oh god what the fuck happened...
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…
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. ...
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.
I know a little pain, a little lust, I lose myself at night to feel the rush.
"When The Fairy Tale Ends, Real Life Begins"
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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.
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.
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 ...
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...