- Him: We've been together for seven hours and I still don't know a thing about you, except that you're the nicest stranger I've ever met on a bus.
- Her: Let's keep it that way.
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a blend of light and sound, a jumble of everything ever thought up, the interworkings of my head, everything everything
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well I updated my website
I have nothing to do tonight, and I have to work all weekend, so this was my only opportunity for fun and it was canceled
pissy
updated my website
The Bigamist, 1953
my hair never looks good Dx
totally true… my hair always looks good when i have nothing to do that day. sucks!
"O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt,
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May,
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
O heavens, is ’t possible a young maid’s wits
Should be as mortal as an old man’s life?
Nature is fine in love, and where ’tis fine,
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves."
Laertes, Hamlet Act 4 Scene 5
The cable man is at my next door neighbor's house
I looked outside and my across the street neighbor screamed, WHAT’S THIS ALL THE PORN YOU’VE BEEN WATCHING? And my next door neighbor says, what? So again, he screams, WHAT’S THIS ALL THE PORN YOU’VE BEEN WATCHING? My next door neighbor barely laughs. Get me out of America
My sheets are cold, my window is open and light is pouring in
Explosions in the sky is playing and when I breathe the air feels so soft and thin and comfortable in my throat
A burning stomach ache and questions to be answered
I would rather lead than follow because when you’re last in line, there’s no one to watch your back, and I would rather look ahead, because pure and new things are miraculous sights, and you can’t say everything has been done before, because there are babies being born every second, and they’re taking their first breaths, and it’s their very first, never done before in that body in any other moment in time, and it may not mean a thing to you but it means everything to a mother who cries in fear that her child won’t make it. and we collapse inward all of the time for fear of spreading ourselves outward and actually letting someone love us, and we cough and cough and cry and hope to god that someone will save us from ourselves, but we burn bridges and build up walls of granite and limestone so that our savior cannot burst in and make something out of us. We fear our potential, we thrive on denial, and not just the river.
So , I get my macbook on sunday night
I vote flickr/tumblr tokbox party to celebrate/procrastinate! Participate! :)
Avoiding my art project at all costs
This will haunt me in the near future
My hands and carpets are covered in red paint
David is going to love his present
162 names in my giveaway
I might need to offer more prints, the odds are against everyone haha
