January 2010
December 2009
Another panic attack. This is all your fault. Literally all your fault. I can’t be 700 places at once. If only you could live my life for me so that I would never disappoint you. But you can’t, and so we are just stuck. I’m spread too thin. Rewind to my sophomore year when you told me I couldn’t do this. Fastforward to now when I fall apart.
And I was in love with every swirling piece of dirt and dust that flew in the absence created by my swift, definitive departure.
Don’t yell. Stay calm. Just leave town. Ready set go.
Anyone who says we ought to eat for nutrition alone and not to feel good, or comforted, or for specific taste enjoyment has never eaten steak salad.
And I won’t make fun of people so much for mudding anymore.
And no one is ever going to love you more than I do.
Put that in your pipe and… chew .. on it.. Pft ookkayy.
Ishmael returns to its proper surrogate tomorrow.
Your face, my...
North - The Lo And Beholds
You can turn this...
I’m having a panic attack.
just downloaded “not a second to waste” by a rocket to the moon
:):):):):):):):)
”__ days! :):)” hahahah. so cute. lil drunk.
expletives! i need to leave!
"Nondenom nom nom."
-Matt Greenemeier
Toxic // Yael Naim (Britney Spears cover)
"How many existentialists does it take to screw in...
Two. One to screw in the bulb, and one to observe how the light bulb itself symbolizes a single incandescent beacon of subjective reality, in a netherworld of endless absurdity, reaching out toward a maudlin cosmos of nothingness.”
My phone’s been dead all morning.
I should probably do something about that.
I just thought of a sick fashion project.
And got a text.
Scratch that, I got three.
I’m listening to my heartbeat ringing in my ears.
ailan:
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