February 2012
322 posts
when ever you lose hope in humanity
ellliot:
reblog if you'll answer anything that gets put in...
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my...”
– Maya Angelou (via scubastevesmyhero)
I honestly cannot stand my parents for so many reasons
lightbuld:
i hate when you finish a cup of yogurt or pudding or something like that and you don’t want to get up to put the spoon in the sink so you just leave it sitting in the cup but the spoon is too tall for the cup and it falls over
I’m just so unbelievably exhausted. What the fuckkkkkkk why do I live like this?!!!!!
I love playing shows but sometimes I overbook myself and wear myself out. If I played in a band it’d be more fun but sometimes I feel sorta lonely with my music besides when Andreas plays with me, and even then I feel a little lonesome. I really appreciate people who actually come to my shows, it makes me super happy. A lot of times I wonder why I do it at all. But I love music, I just have...
“The awkward moment when an atheist sneezes.”
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God I love you fdsajifdsahjiofdsa
Brighter Than the Moon
shespeaksyvon:
Every night, with the stars as my audience, I sing your name into the evening air. A soft refrain of seductive syllables that sing themselves back to me in the form of rustling leaves and sterling silver light shows. Your name belongs in all of this midnight beauty, where it can sit in the peace and quiet of an unobtrusive shadow. Most would prefer the day, but in the night,...
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ambiguous-transparency:
I know my heart is still beating because sometimes it drops with an excruciating thud in the most innocent, pleasant times, alarming amplified thumps that wake goosebumps and spark chills down my throat, freezing my voice.
There goes that butterfly without wings, such a familiar creature, an angel without her halo, crying ethereal beauty, hoping for an evolution, a...
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Running
I am running out of
time
the tock of the second hand speeds ahead so fast it
vibrates and
still I sit in my velvet chair
reclined, with my head back
staring at a ceiling that grows
moldy and cracks above me
speckled and worn with age
like my skin in a few years
I am running out of
words
to say to you
to make you laugh that easy laugh
I used to let oceans and blue skies and green grass
off my...
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Forgetting
Without memory
there is no artist
life is nothing but a faded canvas
with fraying edges that frame a picture with
no color
and portraits have
no faces
eyes look at nothing
pupils do not dilate
brows never raise
sweat never drips from a forehead or
gloves a nervous hand
for hands have no past and
carry nothing
and even sandy feet leave
no footprints behind.
-
Emily Otnes
1612th:
throwing paint on grass and actually watching paint dry and grass grow at the same time would still be more interesting than going to school tomorrow