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I've been scared so long lately, I had forgotten about music
But there are still songs
And there are still flowers
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I'm use-ing.
One day
All this
will
Be fields.
Storied
Others they seem to be
A straight line a story
That holds together
I wish I could have that.
Maybe it's Deserved
Going downwards side
Ways it's the right way to
Travel now don't look at
People on the internet it
Used to be about bringing
Everyone together but now
It seems to be about pushing
Us further apart I mean have
You seen the graffiti at Pompeii?
We have almost always been
Basically just filthbags.
my therapist says make friends with your monsters, josé olivarez
One Thing
Better to do a thousand things badly
Than one thing well.
Expertise is an obsession
And I want to be everything.
Disclaim
This is not the best I can do ()
Lindsay Bottos, Untitled (get over it), 2014
Permanency
paint, daubed drastic frenetic and frantic, alone on a hollow winter’s night, howling at walls, at trucks in the rain, trying to create a masterpiece, one of passion, of pain, of sound, surreal permanence. all else will wash away.
Goals I
scream so hard you shatter
[...]
Sleepy Fascism
Sometimes you don't decide to stay; you just avoid deciding to leave.
Being ok is better than what most will ever have or ever will ever get.
(You don't love or hate your job; you don't love or hate your partner...but you stay with them.)
Change can be such a drag and what if you leave to a job that's worse or a partner who is worse than this deeply average specimen ?
Dating is a job interview. Job interviews are dates. Both are stressful.
Maybe what you have now is the best you can get.
I suppose I am trying to say that being ok can sometimes just seem like a form of sleepy fascism . It's forgotten to wear the uniform but you can feel it, you can feel it.
Nip
I've lost
This isn't--
Just leave it.
I can't stand the thought
Contaminated
Contaminated
Contaminated
Everyone stains everyone.
I can see their hands on me
Their nails down my back
When I close my eyes
Or am in your arms.
We leave our marks on them,
They leave their marks on us;
We are all, each, diminished.
A list of mistakes, numbered in order of severity
Sexual regrets (see also: 'What was I thinking')
Drunk goodbyes, trying to fake sobriety
Settling when no one else is available
Listening to bad advice from parental units and figures
Falling asleep with world news on. Guaranteed Bad Dreams //
I keep waking up choking. I think I've forgotten when someone strangled me.
Thinking this is all there is
Never being sure who you have is who you want
Artwork of people's bodies with the faces scribbled out. It's all I see when I close my eyes
Cracked phone screens
I'm staggered by leaves falling innumerable in the autumn wind. Beauty is all around in this hollow mire, you just need to find it hidden under rotting logs and in the warm shadows.
In a Moment
Listening to a heartbeat in the
rain as it comes down,
lovestruck and thunderous,
older than empty churches,
and scattered on the mountains.
What was this moment if
not a future memory? Can
you feel yourself forgetting it?
Could you know that you won't
remember this day with all the rain
and all the heartbreak that came with it ?
Every darkening second tossed by the wind
and cast against the sides of houses;
A howling night's storm that never ends.
Musuems
too done to do any thing today, i cartwheel into yesterday, a daydream of dust without time, of hope without a border. what places are these, the stonewrought museums of our past, kissed by a sun that set, and has set, a thousand times since? would that i could go back there, and do everything differently, make a new set of mistakes, to bring me forward to here, to do it wrong all over again.
Right Here
So many couples So many people So many in love Smiling uploading Their photos to Facebook etc etc And here I am Here I am.