January 2010
141 posts
carmen is tumbling and so am I
the numb is becoming more like a blanket or a quiet fog or a stray piece of hair.
we haven't been innocent in so long.
“There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away, the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a show and endless drizzle”
please.
please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please.
that secret that you know that you don't know how...
2:12 am untied shoelaces, my last cigarette, tea and bon iver
how do I make all of this stop?
“I wish the world was flat like the old days, and we could travel just by folding...”
I know who I want to take me home
food dyed vodka and clean countertops to you all watching me panic and everyone touching my head to nearly empty busses to green light and punk kids tripping over each other in love to more empty busses and the underground and that hill and a hazy, mismatched living room and candles and kids that looked like a hometown. these are the places we leave bits and pieces in.
tell me when you hear me falling, there's a...
Know that when you leave,
by blood and by me, you walk like a thief,
by blood and by me, and I fall when you leave
3:38 am
I just went out for a cigarette.
I wanted another.
I promise, I would have stayed up longer and read you as much of Alice and Wonderland as you wanted to hear. You’re beautiful and you’re safe now and tomorrow we’ll all be heavy and older and still a little bit stuck, but we’ll also all be new.
Everyone has shit. And it’s valid. And it’s important. And we...
my head feels empty again
puzzle pieces
we played box
and listened to high places
and got bubble wrap
and the microwave kept beeping
and I wanted to turn the shower on
and sit under it until the mess was rinsed away
but I couldn’t get up, so we had to sleep in all the filth
thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for loving me
still.
and even though.
and despite.
and with.
and because of.
and no matter what.
...
“You move to New York because the city, like you, is always rising, rising,...”
– Bloginatrix | You Move To New York
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in the right conditions bones can take thousands...
suicideunderground:
afallingsky:
you’ve got dust on your feet and it leaves patterns on the floorboards of all the faces you’ve ever seen. you offered me glue for the soles of my shoes but i saw what it did to you. a gust of wind could shake your bones away and leave you wrapped up in the spines of books.
thank you for loving me.
we’re safe now.
