April 2013
2 posts
come and see what the fuss is all about (is it me...
history (re)lies on the could haves the might haves the should haves and the reason-whys but then again it’s just history a partisan caricature of the past an awkward still among pages of a pricey textbook overloaded with arguments that nothing have to do with those we used to have in silence in stillness in loveless hotel rooms in which i swear i could have blown my brains out years...
March 2013
2 posts
“I love the performance of a craft, whether it is modest or mean-spirited, yet I...”
February 2013
5 posts
the difference between talking to and talking with...
every smile in a while i get reminded of when i got lost god knows where mustve been at a store h&m probably i had no money on me it was at dusk late in the summer of god knows when actually i dont think he remembers anymore if he ever knew it in the first place god, do you think anyone ever notices when you act as if there is something wrong, like each and every time you can(t) hear...
“There was Peruvian flake to keep the others from getting tired. Asleep they...”
January 2013
9 posts
live over it
before putting dreams into words do you have any idea what they would feel like smell like or mean at all in real life? wholeness is as rare as a photograph in color of paris in 1909.
whoever gatsby is, whatever he reminds one of, ...
we’ll keep on astonishing you like colorful biplanes drifting over interstate 5 drawing blissful shapes across distracted skies from unending bakersfield flower fields to the san diego coastline we’ll get close enough for you to see us waving for us to reinvent ourselves through your smiles and - MOST IMPORTANT - to make sure you get distracted from whatever is keeping you numb and...
“What motivates Gatsby is not the desire for material betterment but the...”
ps. really, the first wor(l)d that came to my mind...
i laugh at the irony of words, such as mating, as if overdosing on hyperactivity and human contact wasnt actually the antidote for alienation from hyperactivity and human contact as if practicing brightness didnt lead to speculation as if speculating wasnt actually an extraordinary gift for hope
groupies go(ne) bad, muses are forever (the...
some call it love out of stockholm syndrome for i dont believe in free will all that much, anymore, especially when i fall asleep and get reported in the morning for lips leaning forward and racing hearts towards the middle of anywhere across the universe coming and going in a moment daysmonthsdecades in an age craving wholeness messing with intimacy yet missing it and pleasemakemeshutup when i...
“It was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were...”
when running away feels more like running in...
i am lagged most of the time without the jet spacing out in inner space somehow mislead into constantly thinking of the impact as the solution to avoid the crash if only they looked at me like im crazy when i swear a great deal of the meaning of life is hidden in late night unrestrained idiotic smiles id be happy at least they looked they’d realize we all come with strings attached please...
as long as i am able to expose imperfection as the...
i swear, at times it feels as if i’ve been practicing all my life to turn lack of sleep into an excess of excitement to draw bliss with words out of early morning fade outs
December 2012
5 posts
having a cause only makes the rebel part much more...
you! take me back to when hoping fences stood for taking chances when nights were made of emotional intoxication artificial instinct and collective loneliness when my favorite word was disarming just like you were are will be
Someone Somewhere Wants a Letter from you →
please dont interrupt me till i'm done (knees are...
we chugged scotch&soda as we had no reason to celebrate.
what will you remember us by babe the unnecessary art or the horny hearts?
November 2012
10 posts
call it love, call'em troubles or just call me...
they say some things are better on paper to us it’s more like everything take the bourgeoisie out of the beats replace bebop with average pop-punk get yourself a mean of distraction a mean of destruction and repeat with us: nobody drinks vodka for the taste nobody reads this for the art (not as much for it as for the gossip, anyways)
hey, im only average (here lies an apology and a...
i have an ex girlfriend who looks like gwen stefani i opened up with her a long time ago shes been running around ever since referring to me as her best friend i got a creepy stalker that im proud of apparently its the cool thing to do my ego stands tall but i swear i cant bear seeing her plus, the last time i gave up to one of those self-proclaimed enthusiasts of my failures it ended up in...
i never disliked you (all that much)
don’t you ever feel the need of having a hero who’s who you are rather than who you’ll never be?
“She wanted me to be her way… And the whole thing was hopeless, besides...”
– Sal Paradise
not knowing what my days revolve around is like...
she could have only come out of a musical from the 1930s always singing, snapping, dancing, smiling and what not
he was more of a film noir character always thought of himself as mysterious, urban, vain, doomed constantly seeking for a voiceover narration for without it there was no next move no tomorrow nor change of prospective
imagine him, only a little more william holden than a whole lot...
christopher gutierrez: So goodnight. →
deadxstop:
The moment you realize that you’ve spent enough time away from the accident there is some internal compulsion that forces you back to the scene to search for clues. Hints and reminders that it ever happened. Something about the romanticism of time tends to obscure the truth and reality and…
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i should put a disclaimer for my mom here,...
i began sleeping naked around the same time you left for good certainly not for the better i began sleeping naked so you wouldnt bother waking me up if you ever decided to come home i would want it to be a surprise in the morning “if i woke up next to you” i would say if only i didnt know someone would call me on it oh and if you end up not staying if you end up being you please dont...
October 2012
6 posts
leave confrontation to the sane society
the only comparison i can use to explain the kinda buzz i got going on when the crush i had on you started materializing involves that sense dizziness people are supposed to feel the first time they ever set foot in new york city. both in a “i have such a need to explore” and in a “how long till the polish wears off?” kinda way. not sure which comes first.
concession...
wiping the dust off the tips of our tongues...
i dont feel any shame in admitting i evaluate relationships based on the quality of the art i create upon them so - when i dont seize the day - trying and recall evaporated words becomes the hardest part of the process
the weightless hope of the generation y (carried...
hard to believe the billion times we think we got it yet we have no idea how far we are from getting it how far they are from getting (to) us
bombay sapphire, wind whistling, ears ringing
what you find in here are surrogates of what i feel at certain times in certain places with(out) the company of (un)certain people
life inside a 90 square feet snow globe (waking up...
dont you find it unfair how every morning we’re supposed to give up affection, super powers and all that night brings all that dreams breed
September 2012
3 posts
“All I’m saying is that if I ever start referring to these as the best...”
– Everybody on the best days of their lives
"this is it boy, this is war"
i live in hope of figuring out what’s not to be solved who’s not to be figured out i try to fool myself into thinking everything’s alright but my head knows better after seeing worse, i know better
August 2012
11 posts
fuck dying
fitting in is overrated
being honest to the people we don’t like should be so much easier than finding the guts to speak our minds and tell everybody else. then why do we keep lying to each other?
i therefore call this playing hide and seek with...
wanna stay up all night
with me
discussing
all the reasons
for
the beginning of summer
feels so “why not”
yet
the last days of august
come along
with this
great sense
of unaccomplishment
of “despite the reckless nights
we must have missed something”
once too many times
we'd be better off as supporting characters of...
realizing i do not recognize most of the people i know has been the scariest event i have faced so far
it doesnt feel bad cause it was you - it only...
your phone keeping quiet means i like you better this way - ever since i picture you dodging life like awkward phone calls in the 8th grade in a “just say i’m not home!” spoiled-daddy-little-girl kinda way. for me, hoping you now realized boredom was the worst reason of all for going around and try to get loved and try and get laid if anything. and for you, always...
fools have it all
just so you know the only acceptation in which i ever though of you as special is the most ironic you can think of - true story, ask my best friend all about it. ps. just so you know im writing this just so you know i know
“I shot through my twenties like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing...”
– Carrie Fisher, Postcards From The Edge (via travie)
