December 2010
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face it, guys, no matter how many years go by, nothing gets better.
it’s called life.
stop pretending that some flashy lights and a new mindset that’ll last a month at the most is going to change you.
oh, and happy new year.
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if you could go back...
to that day…. to that moment that is so viciously scarred into your memory…
and erase everything in between…
would you do it?
was it something I said?
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today, she wins
and I’m okay with it. for today.
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I dreamed two nights ago that I was rowing a boat through pebbles in an unknown desert when a feral dog came along and asked me where to find food. there was no food in sight, but I asked if he wanted to join me in the search, and so he got on my boat and we went rowing. Moments later, it started raining spoons, so we picked them up and dug through the pebbles and sand until our boat sunk into an...
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something new to crave
it didn’t matter where we’d grown up, who our friends were, or how we got accepted, but the three of us ended up in the back of my car. the towels we sat on were wet with salt and grainy with sand. we puffed on dog rockets.
the three of us shared our former selves. Ben was the born-again Christian, gushing about his discoveries and staring over at the passenger seat whenever he would...
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stop it
stop feeling. stop dreaming. stop wishing. stop waiting.
stop anticipating.
please please please
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this is a confession
there’s one inside all of us, and for me, her name is London.
instead of god, I believe in aesthetics. I believe in music and art. I believe in metaphor.
she is my metaphorical deity. my dr. jekyll.
last night in the car, my mother initiated a common debate over the idea that people in new england are more intelligent and cultured than people from the south. essentially, she expressed her...
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things you can't have
alright, you
this brain ain’t big enough for the two of us.
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could everyone please
stop talking about the tumblr blackout?
I mean, were your lives really that empty without a website?
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even after all the time that has passed, I remain helplessly unable to shake your fingerprints from the laminated pages of my memory. I can’t move on, because I refuse to do so. I refuse to let go of things that prevent me from feeling less than human. I refuse to be happy, because I know if I was, I wouldn’t be alive. ergo, I’ve never been more content.
things are a mess, but...