May as well have been a really large music visualizer, that being said, it was a really cool one.
I have no rebuttal. Not yet, anyways.
I have no rebuttal. Take what you think will help you, just be careful.
No, I shouldn’t. I should swallow the latter. Shortcomings are things you can fix naturally, disabilities are things you need external help for. I’d rather have external help from a supply I know I can replenish, from something I’ve read a lot about, from something I know works. It’s not like I was great and awesome before this stuff came along. I spent my entire life...
Christ, stop whining, you dummy. You have certain skills and certain disabilities inherent to you, and you should be glad for the former and work to fix the latter.
Ugh. I need to just be inside a cocoon until my package comes in the mail. I can’t talk without being awkward or mean, I can’t move without feeling sick, I can’t say/do/think anything right until I can turn all this negative bullshit inside me into something happy and right and positive, and right now the only way I can do that is with those happy little numbers. Fuck me. Fuck...
Also: a spontaneous cover by awesome people.
wintersetheart: I think I could analyze myself forever. Like, in a mirror? If so, me too.
Bummed that I am in Stumptown, but will miss...
Via Jake Rodkin
clientsfromhell: “People with money don’t like orange.”
If I puke tonight, it will be the most fantastic...
Is there something going on here tomorrow?
That particular thing is just not made for me. Or rather, I am not made for that particular thing. I’ll stick with those other things, thank you very much. My own things.
its starting to rain, and i just want to cry.
(via wintersetheart) That should make you smile.
Did you beat up an old man for that sweater?– My brother (via wintersetheart)
every taste of food is like a little victory in your mouth.
I’m starting to feel more and more that the enjoyment of my life is more important than the escape from it. I find that art is meaning less and less to me lately, and life—and the people in my life—are meaning more and more. As someone who spent the first eighteen years of their life choosing art over people, I feel as though this is something of a significant change for me. ...
This is not the comforting mother, this is not the quiet mouse. This is the serpent, subtle and dry and hot, that gets in my lungs like science, and pollutes my mind like the worst kind of draconian superstition. It steps into my attic and fucks with the boxes. It mislabels them. It relabels them. It takes off labels and switches them. It tries to chuck boxes out the small, grim, barred window,...
I am really disappointed in myself, because...
Just so I could wear out my welcome, a little...
All of us seem so tiny, and our actions so coarse, and strong. We wake ourselves with tiny ghosts, and move, spurred on by tiny whips. Our eyes can’t see, and our ears can’t hear. We move, urged on by tiny spears.
I strongly suggest you read this, because it means...
It seemed strange, to find myself on that island where we had done each other so much harm. The pebbles by the little wooden dock felt larger than they had before, but perhaps these days my shoes are thinner. I thought of you, fair Caroline, from the shack my uncle had built, the one over the large rock that secluded it from the beach where we’d slowly drift ashore. The sea is gray here, and...
The only part of us that means anything is the...
Hey there, my love
Chances are I’m thinking of you, whether ya know it or not. Cuz being here, and being human with you on this random rock is enough to make me happy. And even all the incidental words we speak and occasional times we share: even if they pass away, and all we are are fleeting fingers, touching in the night. Trust me dear: it makes the happiest person alive just to know that you, this random...
A mean little song
All yer empty pathos can’t fix what you think is wrong Doesn’t matter what the lyrics are, can you play the song? Doesn’t matter what the lyrics are, can you play the song?
I’m no longer so impaired that I don’t have to think about the things I don’t want to. I need more substances.
Half-Turn Backlash Blues
Just lose yo’self in something lose yo’self in something ‘til it all goes away You just lose yo’self in something ‘til the badness goes away Then you’ll find you’ve got the sweet will to make it through the livelong day.
Maybe it's the Nyquil but
that was one chill earthquake.
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