January 2010
“she stood there motionless, but i watched as a blood-tinted tear slowly fell...”
– “chosen”
SKIN AND BONES.
what if there’s nothing more to me?
i’m just skin and bones. there’s no mystery.
what if you’re just an empty shell?
all the spare parts are used up by somebody else.
what if there’s no way to explain some things?
like deja vu, and acid rain.
what if we’re all just broken shells?
with someone elses thoughts.
will be alright, left alone tonight?
what if...
FLAWLESS. →
“i tried anorexia for five minutes. then i got really hungry. i’m from Chicago, Midwest. WE EAT.” - jenny mccarthy.
“why compare yourself to others? no one in the world can do a better job of being YOU than YOU.” - unknown.
“there is nothing ugly; i never saw anything ugly in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may, - light shade and perspective...
grinning 'till my mouth hurts.
today was one of the first days in almost three months that i spent the intire day with my best friend. it’s been my favourite day of 2010 yet, almost. - today, i didn’t go to the best place to be with my friends. but it didn’t matter, & i didn’t notice, because i spent too much time talking & laughing to notice. i think that’s the sort of person everyone...
“i’m scared to close my eyes. but i’m even more scared to open them.”
– blair witch project.
“maybe you can find an old antique rocking chair to die in.”
– “eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.”
“my grandmother used to tell me that when it rains, god is crying. - this time, i...”
– “beautiful creatures.”
that's what a book can do to you.
in my opinion, reading is one of the reasons life is worth living. a book can make you forget everything, it can place you into a completley different world, it can be your friend when no one else will be. a book is there to pass the time, & you can bring a book anywhere. writing has been around for as long as anyone can remember, because when those people were around, they wrote about that...
eyes set to kill.
dance with me, below crystal knives.
chandeliers ablaze.
we’ll dance in fear of our own lives, that our eyes contain.
behind these masks we renegade against the sound.
we’ll let our voices slowly fade and ring out.
crystal chandeliers hang. crystal chandeliers hang.
gently swaying with our bodies, fall down.
race upon us, hammer into the ground.
crystal chandeliers hang....
“Dear Roberta Sparrow, I have reached the end of your book and… there are...”
– “donnie darko.”
LGMH. →
Several years back, I passed by an elderly man with crutches hobbling onto an interstate on-ramp. I stopped and asked the man if I could give him a ride. He said “Yes, I’m just going to the next exit to visit my wife.” When I get to the next exit, I dropped him off at the cemetery. His neverending LGMH.
POSTSECRET →
there's no such thing as "lucky last."
MUZAK.
motion city soundtrack; death cab for cutie; placebo; kisschasy; eyes set to kill; mindless self indulgence; radiohead; nirvana; green day; muse; the mars volta; the white stripes; taking back sunday; stars; joy divison; the beatles; enter shikari; the almost; underoath; paramore; panic! at the disco; silverstein; at the drive-in; chiodos; the postal service; blink-182; box car racer;...
“if you want to make god laugh, tell him your plans.”
– “bella.”
