Hit and Miss

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Self-Aware Loser, by Guestbed

12 track album

If you like emotional music, this is for you. 

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The more stable my life gets, the more mentally unstable I become.

Knife Drawer

[sleevesofgrass]

I’ve recently come to the conclusion that I am a hopeless romantic disguised as a cynic.

blogvivalavibes (via sleevesofgrass)

[irisannwest]

do you ever

do you ever just have

that one class

that one freaking class

that just depresses you when you think about it because

oh god you hate it so much

[vrixie]

The bourgeoisie

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every day

[aeug]

quit your job we’re starting an emo band

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half equinox

Early this morning

when the moon exposed

the breast of the mountain

i found out 

that diamonds are not rare

someone richer than you

owns them all

and tells you that you need them

and dangles them at the tip of your nose

and charges you a hundred

percent more than they are really worth

and keeps themself rich

and eats salads

and burns gas

and throws away food

and writes bad jokes for you to laugh at

[xx-aalongreenpoetry-xx]

3 Nights, 2 Grams, 1 Girl

Hopeless and Back Here Again

Aalon Green

(via xx-aalongreenpoetry-xx)

[fantodsdhrit]

entire

when i read japanese literature, she tries to distract me—tells me, “there’s fungi over your rosary,” then cooks, delicacies, mushrooms and peas; she is synthpop, a bit dreamy in unexpected ways, puts her head on my lap, diming, fragile, roseate; she summons moon-water spirits, her back is unconquerable, mountain snow, i run my fingers over; i insert her in gaps, in meanings, in between raindrops, in lonesome stanzas; her bangles clink—when she absorbs me in her entirety.

[theadventureto-be]

dissection of lungs

This is the sound of your teeth growing, of

your fangs sharpening themselves

to burn potential of curses

at the stake. You make a public display of it, always.

The ashes in the air are getting stuck to the

teeth of onlookers as they jeer their hate

for their own ignorance. They smile with ashes in 

the corners of their mouths. 

No one sees it, but 

it is in the air now. The fine lines in your hands

are filled with blackness. You

are leaving fingerprints.

[heartweary-writing]

My love would be extolled by Aphrodite And she herself would form an effigy in honor of my mere adoration. But, do you see? Do you see me? I am instead on the sepulchral edge of my heart’s precipice. This tug, This winter of emotion’s season, This burn, This iceberg, This sudden torrent of my soul’s restless wind, This mountain range of pain, Is witnessed by no one, Let alone extolled. And so, Like always, I sit alone.

J. K. L (via rockinrollinhippiesoulin)

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mismatched socks

the more time you spend preaching something

the less time you spend actually doing it

if one is truly the alpha

it does not have to be proclaimed

you and i keep reassuring each other

that we are taking it slow

but i’ve seen you 7 days out of 10

and i’ve been meaning to tell you 

that you can leave your toothbrush on the sink

maybe we’re just living in it

before it dies 

like the brother i never had

or the man who you thought was your father

we are driving slowly through a tunnel

holding down the horn and laughing at the echo

love is loud and obnoxious

it pokes fun at you 

and laughs

until daylight exposes you 

once more

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wanting to die a few months ago

I catch myself standing under a hot shower in the middle of the day.  I conclude that it’s something only coddled children, the depressed, or the unemployed are able to do.  I let heavy matted hair drip into my eyes and sting as I wonder if it’s weird to just ask someone what their mind has been on.  My friend, Miguel Sucio, is in the hospital with two broken legs and I just want to ask him if he sees the world differently now. Certainly he must.  Instead we ask each other about our physical days and weeks while the same stumbling answer can always be deducted: “I spend my time making lots of money for someone who doesn’t know that I exist.”  

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*Best friend calls

Him: “Hey, what are you doing?”

Me: “Drinking tequila and crying.”

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classic.

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When it comes to pistachios, I'm like Lola with ribs.

Anon

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i’m an astronaut whose glass mask broke and subjected him to the void i can’t breathe because i’m overwhelmed there are at least a thousand suns there is enough emptiness the universe erased my family with darkness my engine was absorbed in the light i drift and blink

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Yung knifedrawer circa 2010. Took an 8 month break from this because I haven’t been staring into the existential void lately.  Writing passed the sudden shift and realizing that uncertainty is the only thing that matters. Whatever. Nobody is going to read this anyways.  I had literally one dedicated follower and they’re gone now.

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when it knocks.

you always wanted to know but the dread lingered for months and years to uncover something from beyond your own an Indiana Jones who can return to his comfortable home you flirt with tears yet when the bones clasp cold upon your shoulder and your skin ices over with bulges of fear wide eyes and a beard make you look older a man who knows when to turn his cards over Someone who exists right now and right here