July 2011
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Remember when we couldn’t wait to get older? It’s the ripple that travels through all of our minds at one time or another; It’s as if we were all meant to think it, and meant to regret how much we wished for it. There were reasons we wanted to grow up. Because we’re supposed to grow up. Because we can’t wait to drive cars and buy candy and fall in love. Because back...
I had a dream, at least two weeks ago or so, about how a man had completely shot off the right side of my brain. I was lucky to survive. But they had to replace a large portion of the hair on the right side of my head (it came from an organ donor, no doubt). The strange thing? The skin they took from their organ donor had red frizzy hair, and as a result, I had a lovely patch of red hair...
Dear Tumblr: I’m afraid I have been taking a break. This break is liable to last a little longer. Please be patient with me.
Understanding might cause grief. This ignorance might cause bliss. But I’d rather see and bleed than to live blind, and die blind.
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Really, there are two ways to die for someone. The first is simple. Step in front of a bullet. Running and screaming in the opposite direction to overt the attention of the savage natives from the one you love is, also, an example of this. The other way is to give absolutely everything. Time, money, attention: to give everything. I’d like to give myself away. Seems foolish, but I can’t...
Men tend to dig their graves searching for buried treasure.
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Look at you. You’re a real work of fiction, as if someone finally decided to walk out from the pages of a book, and generally, some people would say this implies being stereotypical. But I see it as something different. People who live in books belong. They’re supposed to be there. So few people have walked in on life and given it the impression that they belong.
Random fact: I never bothered to go to prom. I completely forgot this useless piece of trivia. It’s not even a big deal. I’m piratically swimming in apathy.
“Too late” is a great phrase to use when you’re dead.
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It’s so strange that love and a liking can get mixed up so well. It’s never difficult telling the difference between an ocean and a puddle. It’s hardly an understandable problem; until we look at the lake we have. Sure, it’s holding out right now, but when the dry season comes will there be any water left? We’ve never seen the bottom, but that’s not to say a...
that awkward moment when you come out with your test pee and they say, “good job”
Gone Fishing →
You know the old saying? “Give a man a fish,” it goes, “and he’ll eat for a day.”
“But give a polar bear a narwhal, some 12 pound test line, a hook and a bucket, and he’ll harvest way more than his daily fish intake, creating a fish surplus, which may give him the leisure time he needs to pursue cultural interests not directly related to survival, like polar bear art and polar bear literature,...
You’re eyes explain when you’re being honest, they explain when you’re mad and when you just want someone to listen. When you want someone to listen it seems like you look off for a second so you can give what your talking about a considerable amount of thought.
I love how your eyes explain what you’re trying to communicate.
When you’re angry, you only look at what you have to. It’s like you...
I find more beauty in what I can’t figure out
As apposed to what I see through
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Too much silence and the world can turn into a lonely place. Too much noise and it feels just like drowning. Finding just the right level is difficult. People come into our lives in ways we can’t control. Don’t worry about it. Carry on in anyway possible and always welcome a new face. Don’t worry about the people who are always trying to get the upper hand. They will always fall...
Darn, in my attempt to be original, I’ve become…I don’t know. Predictably unpredictable?
Those memories in my pockets?
I was a little too busy today to stop and give them though.
My day held less weight. Some things were light, simple and even plain.
I missed some of those thoughts and I really would have liked to sit and think.
But sometimes, it’s just fine to take a break, and come back to the memories
The ones I was glad to make.
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I hold memories in my pockets. I have hundreds of them. There are some I hold in my hand while I roll them through my fingertips. I’m sorry I can’t share. It wouldn’t be the same anyway. I forget how many I have when there are so many places to put them. I pulled out a memory; this one was a hug, and as I remember it a surge of comfort rolls down my side. I remember when I was...
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Every morning the mailman (or in my case, mail woman) stops by our house and drops by a pile of envelops, and sadly, most of them are just junk. Bills are even less of a joy to walk to. But within all the disappointment there’s this rare beauty. I don’t think very many people are ever going to be surprised by the joy that comes with a letter in the mail. It’s not the same as a,...
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“How am I doing” It’s a horrible question and I hate it. I shouldn’t be over analyzing the situation. It makes the problem worse. All I should ask is, “How can I make it better?”
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And every step is clumsy. There are a thousand miles left. Every word, and sentence fall irrevocably short. As if, by some supernatural black magic, those very words which we tried to use to describe our feelings somehow stumble. No one knows how or why. “Keep going.” It’s so easy to say those words from the sidelines. They don’t feel the pain in my feet and the burning in...
It’s strange to go back and play music I’ve written two or three years back. Compared to what how I tend to go about playing music now, what I’ve written in the past seems overly dramatized (don’t be surprised if my writing starts mellowing out in time as well). I’m going to record some of it and post it. It’s the least I could do. Since, I’ve enjoyed them...
I love your smell, almost more then anything about you. Sometimes I just inhale. Suddenly, I have something to wake up to. There’s really no way to wait. Staring at a coffee pot, it only makes my joe brew slower.
I wish I could write down the perfect words.
But tying such a feet
I would be forever compelled to silence.
