December 2010
1 post
That awkward moment when somebody in your family...
OH GOD, SWIPE THE HARDRIVE. OH GOD, BURN THE WHOLE THING
October 2009
2 posts
this is your blog.
Yours, not mine. ‘Cause I don’t use it to write about anything else. I was supposed to see you tonight. Just like last weekend. But this time, this time I can’t be angry with you for blowing me off again. This time, it was the weather. This time it was God telling me to stay the hell away from you. I mean you were halfway there, and you had to turn around. That has to be...
I guess another day’s gonna go by and we’re not gonna get to talk about this thing between us. Not until I can look you in the eyes and tell you I’ve loved you all along…
I fell in love with my best friend again tonight. He said we were soulmates. How is that something I can’t love? There are no words for the trapped I feel. Just the dreams of you and I and a world made only for us. I’ve always dreamt of that person, a person sacred only to me, and to whom only I am sacred, a person who fits only me, who only I fit, a human being who just gets it,...
September 2009
5 posts
“ Republicans don’t want their grandkids to pay for the Cash for Clunkers program? Okay, tell you what, let MY grandkids pay for the program if THEIR grandkids pay for Bush’s war against Iraq! ” - A Huffington Post commenter on this article (via apsies) (via robot-heart-politics)
“ Republicans don’t want their grandkids to pay for the Cash for Clunkers program? Okay, tell you what, let MY grandkids pay for the program if THEIR grandkids pay for Bush’s war against Iraq! ” - A Huffington Post commenter on this article (via apsies) (via robot-heart-politics)
“ That’s because the America you grew up in… was segregated. ” - JON STEWART, responding to Sean Hannity saying that President Obama is “literally ripping apart the foundation of the America we knew and grew up in”, on The Daily Show
I bailed my mom out of jail today, that’s a first.
Oh yeah, and I want a typewriter.
July 2009
14 posts
“Some people open their bibles in times of tragedy, I open my Itunes.”
– me
Daddy.
I talked to my dad for the first time tonight since he’s been out of prison. He called to tell me he has a brain annurysm. My heart felt for him. To be honest, my compassion kind of pisses me off. Because I’ve taken the time to know and understand addiction and that it isn’t a moral disease, but rather, a real, true, affliction with the ability to be diagnosed, it’s...
fucking hate to love you to hate you more.
I want you. I can’t help it. I want you and the passion that would ensue in our wake.
You’re just too much for me.
Why are we always a day late and a dollar short?
Why couldn’t I have known we could’ve been something…why couldn’t I have ever had enough faith in myself…
I have to have you.
I get what I want, most of the time. I want you.
Now.
...
these nights I get high just from breathing.
I’m actually not going to sleep tonight feeling entirely miserable. The past few days, I don’t know what it’s been, but man, I’ve felt like the wicked witch after she saw the house fall on her sister…
For the past four years, every two years, my life has been turned completely upside down by persons who care more about drugs than me. For the past 21 years, I have...
If you had a kid right now, what would you name...
reblogged: thelovelybones
girl: Caroline Maria, Annabelle Rose, Whitley Brielle
boy: Cohen Michael, Connor, Xavier, Emerson
June 2009
12 posts
instability dreams.
Instead of constantly asking ourselves what it is we want, maybe it is necessary to inquire of ourselves what it is that we don’t want, and we will be happier with what we have, and want less.
It’s just a thought, but given my experiences the past week or two, I’ve decided that these things I thought I wanted could too easily lead to the things I want the least. For example,...
kari-shma:
sliceoflife:
30 Seconds to Mars -...
“The ’70s died for me on Thursday, June 25, 2009. Farrah Fawcett and Michael...”
– Anthea Butler (via azspot)
my attempt to answer questions to which few know...
I don’t really think it does a lot of good to think about the past and all that’s changed since we were young. Memories just make me sad, because it’s not like that anymore, and I’m afraid, no, terrified, that it will never be that way again.
I have such a problem letting go and just being happy it happened in the first place.
Nostalgia is a gateway for depression for...
busy writing tragedies.
If I would’ve known what this would do to us, I wouldn’t have gone there. I wouldn’t have let YOU go there. If I would’ve known the opportunity I had to finally touch you would deplete my ability to reach a friend for whom I’m concerned, my lips would have remained sealed and my heart may have remained with him.
I’ve got all these people telling me that...
4131.) i am dating the most perfect boy in the...
(via blogsecret)
Same.
Why do we do it?
Why?
