February 2012
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I’m sorry you’re a vindictive, twisted maniacal some times cock sucking cold hearted jerk that sings like a broken record.
Restless. And there’s not a lot I can do, correction—want to do about it. There are indeed possibilities I’m just a person who lacks motivation. It’s in these times the courage shows through. The problem is I’m jumping from one thing to another and I have to start all over again. It takes a substantial amount of time to build up to what seems like only a few inches...
January 2012
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I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I do not know who I am, where I am...
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via tapingletters)
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December 2011
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My body didn’t move properly, but as a mockery towards everyone else. The more I drank the fuel, the more the fire had spread. Her mind was suffocating and trapped. The kiss did not defeat the clock but branded the calendar.
November 2011
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October 2011
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June 2011
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