wine out of the bottle
is much better than from the glass
Wrote a 12 page research essay in 5 hours.
Got an 87.
I raise my hand to respond to a question, teacher...
Love is like a fart. If you have to force it, it’s probably shit– Stephen K. Amos (via devilrunning)
pedanticpersiflage asked: Hey, thanks for the reblog...kudos to the sage francis reference in "House Party on West Campus." And I really liked "A Year Ago." Anyways, My name's Mike. I dig your style. Very minimalist, but good true emotion there.
Pedantic Persiflage: Yoshimi Battles the Pink... →
pedanticpersiflage: She isn’t like most other girls. My first inclination of this fact was she didn’t try to tell me she wasn’t in the first hour of conversation we ever had. I met Beth over a hookah bowl of strawberry shisha mixed with blueberry marijuana. We were at my friend Steve’s house discussing the…
A year ago
A year ago sharing some cough syrup and vodka punch with a stranger in a sheet-tent in the middle of an apartment living room would have been enough. A year ago meeting that stranger and listening to Cold War Kids, talking about music and films and him saying and agreeing and disagreeing on all the rights things would have been enough. A year ago him being nice enough to ask me about me and...
fuck me fuck you fuck this
Another John at Another Party
This isn’t about being broken| This isn’t about having “daddy issues” This is about you - You, so cleverly perched at the top of all your problems. This is about every boy I meet. This is about… The way their fingers curl around my side, slide, over my back and under my shirt. This is about that. And the fact that I seem to be the only girl in a 1,000 mile...
Disiecti Membra Poetae: Nervous System by Michael... →
mitochondria: Make a list of everything that’s ever been on fire – Abandoned cars Trees The sea Your mother burned down to the skeleton so she could come back, born back from her bed, and walk around the house again, exhausted in slippers What else? Your brain Your eyes Your lungs When you look down inside yourself
Don't do it, iTunes.
You can’t play “The New”. You know what this does to me. The sun is down. It’s the witching hour. Every piece of me is more senstive; every emotioned heightened. I swear I’ll die in my bed. There’s no other place that seems more likely for me.
She puts the weights into my little heart and she...
It’s the way that she poses… Her stories are boring and stuff. She’s always calling my bluff.
”I’m the kind of person who would rather get my hopes up really high and watch...– Mindy Kaling, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (via runningfromadream)
House Party in West Campus
Dear Pearl and 28th, You’ve never been kinder nor crueler to me. There’s bamboo everywhere with colored Christmas lights strung throughout its depths. There’s people smoking in a circle around a pit-fire, laughing and talking quietly. Indoors… People in the kitchen taking shots and talking shit. And of couse, the one boy I gravitate to is the boy wearing a Flash tee...
Hold on. I want to try to explain this properly. OK. I thought that we were...– Nick Hornby, High Fidelity (via historicalasshole)
I've never been so alone, and I've never been so...
Thiiiiiiis time we’ll be friends again, and I’ll get over you. You wonder who I am. And there’s this burning, just like there’s always been. Today was perfect. Let me tell you why. I woke up at noon and cleaned my room. I had a good hair day and my acne has cleared up thanks to the sun and my freckles are back on my shoulders thanks to the sun. And I went to...