talking of Michaelangelo.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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bitter // 1:53 pm
Your existence mocks my every breath.
Get the h*ll out of my sight.
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gone with the wind // 3:05 am
Addicted, I crave every word.
I indulge in the fear that
I can lose you or lose to you at any given moment.
You mean nothing to me, nor I, you.
We are just strangers, but strangely
I am addicted.
Some strange gravity pulls me to you
but I guess I would be falling if that was the case.
Meaningless. My mind has been too idle.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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teleologically // 1:41 pm
Another,
he - always disappears after "night".
Without the good.
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relive it // 1:30 pm
The moon was hanging peculiarly tonight. It was... on a tilt, like it was about to fall off something... a cliff mayhaps?
Everyone's moving to tumblr. I won't cave.
Social normative/conformity. Not my cup of tea. I like it old school.
(My friend, you are very much infatuated. Look at yourself. Yes, I'm speaking to you, stupid. Wake up and smell the coffee. It's spilling all over your pants.)
Saturday, February 20, 2010
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regressing // 3:00 pm
He has a way with his eyes. They're lazy, vibrant, joyful, sincere, serene, kind...kind! All at once. They're happy eyes. It's the way... his eyes are RIGHT before he smiles.
He knows about his killer smiles too, how does he know? He uses it to his advantage, she thinks. But he's just being charming, whimsical. Playful. His smile.
She falls. Over and over again, she falls into his trappings. She always falls. She wishes never to see him again because the smile... well, it's not hers to want, to keep, to smile back at. Not her eyes to gaze into.
Not his, nor hers to keep.
She just falls back to the same spot, every time. The gaze.... she can't escape how they haunt her for days after. For months after.
For years...
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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fun times with the ENGL major student // 6:37 am
K: I've never done casino-ing at a casino before.
J: It's called gambling.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
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// 1:59 pm
掩耳盜鈴 revisited.
Regardless, happy lunar new year.
I swear, we are under the same moon... but where are you
I need shelter. I need life.
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
- T.S. Eliot
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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pensieve // 1:47 am
"But then again, when everything was left out all over the floor and the dishes were still in the sink, there was a way that you could dream." - from
lullabies for little criminalsWhen all is said and done...
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
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// 10:28 am
Bananas, they will ripen.
People, they will talk.
Life, well, it must go on...
The show? Yeah, that too.
I am beginning to realize how great I am at performing life. The things that I say... seem to know that they themselves are meta-(non)fictional. My words seem to repudiate themselves because they just know how completely fake they're being and they hate me for it.
It is frightening. I don't trust myself anymore.
The words will haunt me.
Monday, February 01, 2010
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from (500) Days of Summer // 12:50 am
"...maybe loneliness is underrated."
