March 2012
2 posts
#must learn something other than lady gaga and cute country songs.
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Watchi’m pretty sure the sound on my parent’s computer is worse than my phone, but here ya go!
February 2012
26 posts
sometimes a girl just needs a hike and a beer to calm down a little bit.
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okay, i’ll just be straight with you guys now. i’m actually super nerdy and sarcastic and mostly a big goofball in real life.
#not eloquent at all
so today pretty much went like this:
walked out of class and it was FUCKING BEAUTIFUL outside. texted my ex-boyfriend (see, the great thing about having ex-boyfriends as best friends means that a/ there’s no bullshit. they know when you’re bullshitting. seriously. and b/ he likes all the quality things i like AKA DRINKING OUTSIDE IN THE SUNSHINE)
so i biked on over to his house and we walked to camels back park and drank...
home-- or something like it
what can i call home if it is the question mark curving with my spine? and when it is dark at all the wrong hours?
what is home when i’ve left one piece of my soul at every state sign i’ve seen? and when loving unabashedly is a catalyst for loneliness?
what can i call home when the comfortable honesty of curling up in bed is what i have been shipping across state lines? and...
i am sorry
if i have lost track of how to be gracefully broken.
hi everyone,
if i spent half as much time on my homework as i do playing the ukulele, i would probably have graduated already!
on the bright side, tomorrow is ukulele players day at flying pie which means i get to make a free pizza. WHATTUP
i recall the way you breathe when you’re with me, and the way i always let my fingertips wander across other craters of the moon. there’s a sort of magic in being heartless— a madman’s chemistry (add my sly eyes). the world has cursed me in other ways— manifested its heartbreak in bruised knees and paper-cuts, damn near killed my shaking sense of hope. i’m...
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it has come to this-
i am shakily strange and deliciously sad on most days, but these are things i’m starting to embrace. and if that means telling strangers that i love them, then so be it. this is what i am becoming.
on repeat-
i’ve been repeating myself lately, hoping desperately that someone will hear what i’m trying to say. acknowledge these overgrown feelings living in my chest: the ways in which i’m not strong enough, and how i’ve been clenching my fists trying to hold onto this hope.
i’ve been repeating myself lately, and this isn’t what i wanted to be doing. but honesty...
madness is simply subjective/ a letter to elyse
upon arrival, your CD was in shards. much like my heart and how it’s splintering, or the way the pond by my house does in half winter. these things are not easily fixed, if ever. but i’ll keep that secret. no use worrying strangers over the death of a mistake.
this is how i console my loneliness in the summer: with lightening bolt lips and the ability to never question a kiss. but i...
things-
tell me something i won’t forget. something that will linger in the back of my throat like thirst. i’ve been filling these empty spaces with lit matches and just crossing my fingers that my secrets don’t end up spilling over and soaking your feet cause i am like the pacific ocean- wide and abounding- and i am not above pulling you under.
desperately;
i’ve been gasping and grasping lately. anything and everything, befriending the girls who have long hair and black boots in the midst of this misty mind of mine. these things are not happening. i’ve been playing the scenes on repeat through the back of my eyelids. the shaking subsided eventually, like the way hypothermia settles in and stays. in my mind, i never stopped shaking. i will...
Anonymous asked: are you still selling skirts?
a majority of my life involves:
-rambling -falling in love with strangers -panic attacks over homework -drinking to soothe my panic attacks -singing and playing ukulele when i get too drunk because of homework panic attack beers
January 2012
37 posts
well, i have my first black eye.
my brother: it looks like you’ve got a black eye going there.
me: yeah, i fell into a bathtub and hit my face.
long awkward silence at the dinner table.
THIS IS MY LIFE
Anonymous asked: where do you work?
Anonymous asked: what are you afraid of?
“i always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.”
