December 2010
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Quarter-Life Crisis
Is this going to work out? This is suicide. Am I throwing myself at the wolves? This is suicide. And if I die, I die. This is chilled steel pressed against the skin above my right ear / the tattoo of an unrealized gun wound. This is suicide. This is revolutionary.
Dec 15th
Dec 13th
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What ever happened to intellectualism?
This is a rough synthesis of recent thoughts. This life is hard. Life can be so so hard. I’m working for pieces of paper.. Some parents only want you to study and get a good job so you can make money. Rebellion stems from the thought that there must be something more to life than this. More to life than money. More than schooling. And there is. But I think people can be rash with their...
Dec 13th
WatchWatch
Her voice. Black & White. Brilliance.
Dec 10th
what's mine is yrs.: →
jenna2step: Little brother says “I swallowed all of the seeds! One day I’ll be a grape tree.” And I tell him how grapes don’t grow on trees, but vines, instead. “But it’s okay,” I tell him. “Vines don’t grow quite so tall, but there are so many branches braided together that they become strong. In the summer you can run in between them while our parents are drunk from the wine, and in the...
Dec 9th
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DRAFT 036943
Once upon a time there was a boy who was in love with the Moon. Each night he would stay up later and later to longer admire her silver porcelain countenance, her immaculate circumference brimming with inebriating neon. Flooded streets with colours of joy in black of night, thick as light shines warm amidst its rival. Soon enough, the boy forwent the daytime entirely, knowing full well that...
Dec 2nd