February 2012
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Anonymous asked: You're beautiful for being YOU.
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You and me, baby. We were born to die.
My favorite time of the evening is when the sky is painted midnight blue.
Everything is drenched is a blue hue. It seems so much more tragic, but tragic in the honest way. Tragic in a way that is a truthful portrayal of the world. Whether or not we would like to admit it, we are all tragedies waiting to unravel. We hide it under layers of contentedness and smiles and “happiness.”
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Anonymous asked: what are your favorite things about your best friends?
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My life has become a boring pop song and...
People tell me I feel too much.
As if it’s a reaction I can consciously control. OP! I better stop caring at this particular moment before those silly feeling things start to resonate in my tummy again! Scoffing at emotion would be the correct way to handle a situation where I find myself in danger of caring. I find I must simply thrust my nose up into the air and walk away in a...
wintersl0ve asked: how exactly does breathing "strum"? it's kind of an in-and-out thing, not really a vibrating constant. that must be the new age rubber fist you guys are laying on or something...
Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran
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Teach me how to read these broken lines.
Lately I’ve been thinking about how we’re all broken. We can patch up the rips and sew up gaps, but we are never going to be whole. The stitches will only keep us together for a few more moments. Soon, they will stretch under the weight of our heavy hearts. Our chests’ feel hollow and every inhale places a pressure on our lungs. The truth suffocates us.
We can’t really...
I need ideas on what to write about for my DePaul... →
“Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands...”
– On The Road; Jack Kerouac (via lo-amo-solo-te)
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Pour a little salt. We were never here.
We’re all made from the same stuff.
It took a penis and vagina to create our little bodies. We’ve got the same atoms fused together to make our protective layer. There is the same marrow in our bones, the same sand between our toes. Our chests move up and down in a slow rhythm with our organs. Air moves in and out. In. Out. Our fingers tighten around the things we can’t lose but...
January 2012
32 posts
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The worst things in life come free to us.
Sometimes the air tastes stale and my lungs feel heavy in my chest and I can’t think about anything because one thought turns into a stream which turns into a rampage which turns into an avalanche so my head floods with thoughts and my eyes close.
So, that happens sometimes.
And other times, I manage to push out the indescribable amount of bad things that happen everyday like every other...
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I studied every line. You're etched upon my mind.
As much as I abhor the complacency of what seems to be my parents’ life, I also recognize bitter, sarcastic hypocritic that lives deep in my stomach.
He says hi, by the way.
I know that I mock, detest, laugh, scorn, and a whole bunch of other verbs that express distaste in the “happily ever after” part of the plan. The house. The husband. The kids. I could never imagine moving...
We’ll be censoring all of Tumblr in order to...
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My English Homework.
My life is a collection of billions of seemingly unimportant moments. When I was asked if you could remove part of an experience it made me think of epic endings. And those movies where the entire thing is defined by the last five minutes. Or seconds. I think if you were to subtract just a five minute scene from one of my favorite movies, Fight Club, the whole movie would be thrown off kilter.
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This is torturous. This is dangerous.
I am almost never dissatisfied with the ways in which my mind chooses to function. I like that my world (as I have previously described) doesn’t take a linear form but rather manifests into large sweeping curves of brilliant colors. Usually, I cannot understand why so many of my fellow humans take comfort in the harsh corners and white light.
I simply do not comprehend why you’d want...
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Our hearts are heavy burdens we shouldn't have to...
Often times I can’t wrap my head around the present. My focus lens in my brain blurs and I can make out the shapes from the people. Everyone becomes part of a background of off white. I can’t really see you. I can’t really see anything. So, I sit. Peering in front of me, attempting relentlessly to create something from the nothingness that sits before me. This is my life.
But...
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I keep a map of my heart under my covers.
My bed is soft and warm. When I curl my torso around my folded legs, the sheets shift and spill. The glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling burn with captured light as if to whisper softly to me about all the possibilities. Possibilities that happen if you listen to the quiet hum of life in the atmosphere. The quiet hum makes me restless because sometimes I think it’s telling me not to trust...
wintersl0ve asked: am i making your day yet
Anonymous asked: You are seriously a BEAUTIFUL person. Please get out there and change the world like I know you will. I just know it. Don't ever change Rhi.