#spulled ink

[oceanwriting]

Fluorescent-lit diners off of Route 46,

Bones cracking under the cars on Division Street,

An unspoken promise never to fall in love.

Something about the way you hold your head makes me weep.

[venoms-ink]

Envous (Pause) Slenderousness of (stop. Look to the side) that seeps to awake. A fractured (gasp) and distorted reality. Which only thee eyes combined destruction only madness (look up) Brings

[apathetic-anthology]

The paradoxical nature of celebrities is the fact that their lives have the ability to be so public yet so impersonal at the same time. Unlike their own problems, many people see the problems of those in the spotlight as distant and fantasy-like. Only in the wake of Amy Winehouse’s premature death did the world realize that she was a person with a real problem. Many celebrities, including Amy, often give the impression that they are invincible beings, living on the edge of danger while skillfully eluding death. Amy’s passing resonated through the public so greatly because it showed something genuine. Death is something that everyone can relate to, whether it be losing a loved one or specifically losing a best friend or child to addiction. The grief felt by her family was very authentic, showing that she wasn’t just a troubled girl for the public to pick apart. Amy was a singer who followed her dreams only to unfortunately succumb to her own demons. Five years ago today on Saturday, 23 July 2011, Amy was found dead in her Camden flat. Prior to this, she was widely known as a drug-addled celebrity trainwreck, or simply “that girl who sang Rehab.” Ironically, after her death, the focus was shifted off her addiction and towards the fact that she was unarguably the greatest Jazz singer of the twenty-first century. To some, she is still only recognized as that British vocalist with all those tattoos and too much eyeliner; to others, she has become the embodiment of everything that is wrong with mainstream society, the sad victim of the trivialization of a serious problem. Amy is part of the reason I am able to overcome many of the struggles I face everyday; she is the source of my strength as well as my inspiration. In my eyes, she will never be just the star of the tragic, yet cliche rise and fall to fame cautionary tale. To me, she will always be just Amy.

14 September 1983 - 23 July 2011

[hibernating-hacker]

Me, myself, and I

Thoughts in my head rattling. wouldn't understand. wouldn't know. wouldn't care. Empty gestures show no meaning. Puzzling faces. Confused definitions Awkward thoughts. Knowing everything changes. Keeping still. Watching phases. World passing. Seeing a monster in the mirror. Eyes careless. Teeth sharp. Back stabber. A hollow husk of what was. Devoid of self. Scrutiny of mind. Criticizing thoughts. Constricting blood written contract. Holding back. Shackled thoughts. Hated origins.

[bitter-sweetener]

Morals

People talk about what is "morally right" and "morally wrong" like there is no suck thing as reality. Just because we could do differently doesn't mean that you should. And just because one thing would be the best option doesn't mean you will choose it. Life is full of so many twists and turns that people have their morals shadowed and misconceptualized. I'm my definition, I think that morals are very specific to situations and they just explain peoples limits. You don't always have to reach your limits to go through any task.

[bananamoonana]

He deserves my best, Because he stays with me through my worst.

He does // @thethingsisaybeforeigo

[intimateorcheesy]

If you could find that one reason, that one really good reason to stay, then stay. I had this stupid fairytale moral that one reason might be all the reason a person needs if it's important enough. And the one reason both of us continued to linger a little longer was each other. But you left and I stayed. And I kept staying a little longer. Just under the false hope you would come back. But I guess I caved in too. One reason will never be enough. For either of us.

When reality punches you with a brick.

[intimateorcheesy]

One of my biggest fears is being forgotten. That's why I make sure I forget first. I make sure I can forget the people, the memories, everything, first. Sure I'll go through life with a hole in my heart wondering what I have forgotten. But it's better than finding out some of the most important experiences I've shared with people meant nothing to them, to the point they can't recall it at all. I've been forgotten about so often I'm not sure if I can take it anymore. I don't want to be hurt like that again. So I'll forget first. I'll just forget it all. No matter how important that memory was to me.

I'm a hypocrite