September 2012
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It’s so damn satisfying to call people peasants and gypsies.
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I’ve felt, not exactly sick, but rather different the past couple of days. It’s strange. I went to Connecticut for a few days to visit a friend from school. It was fun and I’ll spare you the details by just saying I over-indulged and am definitely feeling the aftereffects. I have some friends that live in Connecticut that are part of a larger group, of which I’m not a part....
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It’s a curse to think about things to the depth I do. Sometimes I wish my mind would simplify things before I allowed myself to contort them into something ridiculous.
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Anonymous asked: why is it wrong for you to be into who you're into
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Anonymous asked: You always ask for people to ask you questions and I've been trying to think of some for awhile now because I enjoy your blog. So: 1. How old were you when you lost your virginity? What was it like? 2. Do you like your school? 3. What's your favorite animal? 4. Do you drink coffee? What kind? 5. Are you in love? 6. Do you play any instruments? 7. What is your favorite smell? 8. Are you a...
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“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too...”
– Ferdinand von Schrubentauffrt (via valse-des-fleurs)
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I had a dream about why you’ve been so capricious. It’s because I called you a bitch at some point or another and that offended you. I apologized and you were crying and in that moment I picked you up by the ass, wrapped your legs around me, and fucked you against the wall. And that’s how we settled things. Then you gave me a multiple choice question asking what sex I thought our...
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Anonymous asked: When you're five years old, you tend to look up to the older kids in your life. Do you think that your five-year-old self would look up to your 19 year old self? Why or why not? Do you want to be a better person?
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Anonymous asked: who was your last piece about?
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Sunlight pouring over your neck, Helios bleeds for you. Spreading your light Across the sky for us To be blinded. And people stare. They still stare.
Maybe we all just want to be blind. But only in one eye.
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My brother and I were able to go to the zoo today. However, we went to the Turtle Back Zoo in West Orange instead of the Bronx Zoo because my mother didn’t feel comfortable with me driving through the Bronx to get there (even though I insisted it was fine). I like the Bronx Zoo a lot better, but I like the Turtle Back Zoo enough to have switched our plans.
It was pouring most of our time...
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I’m so fucking horny. All I want to do is make love to you, real love. Like the passionate kind (even though I’d like for it to be dirty). I care about you. Even if it’s just ephemeral lust, we can be in love for the moment. I like that.
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I made plans to drive to the Bronx Zoo tomorrow with AJ, but the forecast is calling for scattered thunderstorms and I don’t even know if the zoo operates during storms. I was looking forward to it and we probably won’t have time before school to go because I’m visiting some friends in Connecticut from Tuesday to Thursday and then I’m going to Pennsylvania (I think) with my...
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I’ve been fascinated with eyes lately. Not a pair set in someone’s face, but in unnatural places like coming our the palm of a hand or making up the sphere of the sun. Shit like that. It’s interesting. Like ~if other things had eyes other than animals. I don’t know.
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Your skin has taken on that yellow tinge, Translucent in the light. I can see the smoke swirling around Your dissipated life, Clinging to your polyester suit, And pervading the holes in Your rotten teeth. Your eyes are glossy And you drag through life Like an unfulfilled traveling salesman. Willy Loman is happier than you. But you’re a fuck of a writer, Yeah, I like your writing.
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I often find myself attracted to girls who are crazy or capricious, sending me mixed signals that really fuck with my feelings. I don’t know why I like that.. I mean, I like knowing that it’s more difficult to be with that person, but after awhile of their bullshit I’m just like “wow, you’re fucking crazy.” And then I have this weird thing where I really make...
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“When the fire of youth is spent, even the warmth of the ashes gradually fades...”
– Iginio Ugo Tarchetti, Fosca
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