sometimes i dream of Nothing

I keep seeing all this Mother’s Day stuff and I can’t help but let my angst pique a...

Mon, 13 May 2013 14:59:21 -0400

I keep seeing all this Mother’s Day stuff and I can’t help but let my angst pique a little.

OF COURSE YOU WOULDN’T BE WHO YOU ARE WITHOUT YOUR MOTHER. YOU CAME OUT OF HER FUCKING(ed?) VAGINA. YOU’D BE DEAD WITHOUT HER, REGARDLESS OF WHETHER SHE STAYED IN YOUR LIFE OR NOT.

Okdone.

king of dreams

Fri, 10 May 2013 08:49:14 -0400

I dream it’s wrong I don’t sleep I think it’s wrong I don’t sleep I hope it’s right I don’t sleep I watch sun rise I don’t sleep I watch days die I don’t sleep I need the change I don’t sleep I fear the change I don’t sleep

I always thought the idea of calling depression a battle was lame, but now I kind of get it better:...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 18:31:28 -0400

I always thought the idea of calling depression a battle was lame, but now I kind of get it better: it is a battle, a battle against your own psyche- and what is lonelier than being at odds with yourself? You, after all, have more weapons against yourself than anyone else. Your life is yours to take and destroy.

But the same goes for motivation. You have greater ability to help yourself than anyone else. Except for hookers. Hookers and cocaine.

THE TROUBLE WITH YOU IS THAT YOU CAN’T DENYYY MY FEEELINGGSSS

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 03:44:23 -0400

THE TROUBLE WITH YOU IS THAT YOU CAN’T DENYYY MY FEEELINGGSSS

astrolocherry: random zodiac: gemini

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 14:22:04 -0500

astrolocherry:

random zodiac: gemini

I sure fucking hate V day, but all these mockup cards on tumblr are making me giggle like an...

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 14:18:33 -0500

I sure fucking hate V day, but all these mockup cards on tumblr are making me giggle like an explosive pufferfish

fall into the sky with me?

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 16:04:06 -0500

fall into the sky with me?

Drunken Ramblings

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 03:25:00 -0500

So many houses I see and

so many roads filled

But non are my home, non are my road

A shadow extends down the lonely isle

I see you, or is it?

A cold grasp in my hand, your hand

“What of life?” It’s nothing

You’ve prayed for the moment

Now you pray for the next

what is “enough”

what is “next?”

I love you I love you

Please stop, I love you

Sing for me with your drunken voice

I need it, I can’t say it

It’s you, I swear

The road is you, the home is you

Even if I

even if I never come home

Please forgive me

I love you.

O heart of mine, I wish to tear you, beating, out of my chest: so then may I see you, holes and all,...

Mon, 24 Dec 2012 21:12:00 -0500

O heart of mine,

I wish to tear you, beating, out of my chest: so then may I see you, holes and all, the rays of truth shed upon you; Perhaps then I can know your intentions without bearing your crushing burden, perhaps then I can perfectly express the many ways you would kill me.

O heart of mine, why do you torture me so? Why doth the scars of desolation permeate you and rack me with your pain? Why must you be so hurt? O heart of mine, where do you belong?

My dreams were just pleasant enough to taunt me last night. Well fuck you too, dreams. Or maybe...

Fri, 09 Nov 2012 14:04:43 -0500

My dreams were just pleasant enough to taunt me last night.

Well fuck you too, dreams.

Or maybe it’s one of those ‘grass is greener’ things, where if I had nightmares I’d be like “fuck you too, dreams!” all the same. And maybe I should be grateful my dreams have been insightful into what my head has been desiring lately.

But still! Fuck you dreams!!!

Had a dream about this really rad looking trench-coat, complete with asymmetrical zippers and straps...

Tue, 16 Oct 2012 17:19:16 -0400

Had a dream about this really rad looking trench-coat, complete with asymmetrical zippers and straps and buttons and sleeves and in the dream I felt really badass wearing it for some reason.

It would probably look absolutely awful in real life.

Photo

Tue, 16 Oct 2012 17:17:15 -0400

Fuck, I need to write more. :|

Thu, 04 Oct 2012 04:53:21 -0400

Fuck, I need to write more. :|

i feel like a rake was scraped through my brain and i i’m not so sure why i dream anymore

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 02:44:03 -0400

i feel like a rake was scraped through my brain

and i

i’m not so sure why i dream anymore

Between You and Me

Tue, 10 Jul 2012 21:13:00 -0400

I can tell you why I haven’t finished Dreams yet, especially after writing the core piece of the next vol.

It’s quite literally painful to write. Oh, and I’m great at procrastinating. But seriously, the next chapter is what started the whole thing in my head; maybe I’m partially scared to fuck it up, but only now do I realize how painfully and rawly honest this thing can be as a portrait of my own psyche- not originally what it was intended as, but knowing that I also know how important it is to finish it.

Not to mention it’s going to be companion to a future project. Assuming that project pulls through. Which it will, just no telling when.

Oh anyways, back to what I was originally whining about: I just wrote the core of the next vol, as I said, and it left me emotionally wrecked. Only after pausing and declaring it complete did some strange surge of emotion wash over me. At least I know that means it was done right. Been reading/writing a lot lately so with any hope this thing will be finished and put behind me soon.

Cheers to the invisible eyes that catch this post.

fuck you, fuck that, fuck me.

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 06:04:39 -0400

fuck you, fuck that, fuck me.

IMO, people give too many shits about other people. Isn’t it more important to judge how you...

Sat, 30 Jun 2012 19:32:58 -0400

IMO, people give too many shits about other people. Isn’t it more important to judge how you act before others? After all, the only thing you can change is yourself.

wolvensnothere: tempura-wizard: rawrmynameisval: knivesmonroe9...

Sat, 16 Jun 2012 05:26:30 -0400

wolvensnothere:

tempura-wizard:

rawrmynameisval:

knivesmonroe956:

ender-andrew-wiggin:

brownie-summers:

bbbaaaaahhhhhh:

kripke-is-my-king:

“How come he don’t want me, man?”

From what I’ve heard, Will Smith’s father actually left him. This wasn’t entirely scripted. Will went off on his own rant, and the hug at the end was genuine.

His character was just supposed to shrug off his dad leaving again and he starts to but then Will goes off script. That whole speech is coming entirely from him. The hug at the end is also genuine, actor to actor not character to character.

feeeeeelingsss

You need to watch the actual clip to hear the pain in those lines.

Still hurts.

I watched this and bawled.

Espeon

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 03:23:36 -0400

Espeon

omocat: pikachu needed friends

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 20:50:42 -0400

omocat:

pikachu needed friends