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"tears on the the sleeve of a man"
boys don't cry...
The self is a neighborhood of haunted houses full of ghosts, strange corridors, and hidden inner rooms.
listening to Haunted House On Zillow by The Garden
"there’s a house on the market
and it's haunted
there’s a house on the market
i think I’ll buy it"
Three years ago
Social landscape
additional bunny creature doodle productivity
quick coffee mug bun doodle-
jess
vibrant passage.
the passage of time weighs on me, but the moon will be full again, soon.
surreal creatures
or still posting drawings on tumblr for old time's flat circle sake.
surreal punk witches, stationary while floating-
"i live in a weird world, it's sad but true, maybe you can't see it but you live in one too. i used to be a dream girl but the world interfered." Allie X
head in clouds, cloud in heads-
ok, i'm not thriving per se, but i am listening to catchy pop songs :)
"don't know why i'm shy, i kill every vibe, stay home friday nights, they take me out i'll just cry." dance dance Lexie Liu
post punk creatures inhabit a sky
i was looking for the lyrics to a Joy Division song, but ended up coming across an Anna Akhmatova poem instead
Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold, Death's great black wing scrapes the air, Misery gnaws to the bone. Why then do we not despair?
By day, from the surrounding woods, cherries blow summer into town; at night the deep transparent skies glitter with new galaxies.
And the miraculous comes so close to the ruined, dirty houses— something not known to anyone at all, but wild in our breast for centuries
2007 Halloween still trick or treating in an inner world.
“Time is not a straight line, it’s more of a labyrinth, and if you press close to the wall at the right place you can hear the hurrying steps and the voices, you can hear yourself walking past on the other side.”
— Tomas Tranströmer (1931-2015), from “Answers to Letters”, in: “The Great Enigma”, translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton (via finita–la–commedia)
finding ways to float "maybe not in words but with your mind"...
surreal punk witch possibilities'
thinking of crows and pines
"We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together."
Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides