March 2012
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wehatefredphelps.com is a redirectory porn site.
march in a parade and arrange beforehand to have your friends shoot out your kneecaps at any moment that feels climactic.
sometimes i listen to chiptune music real loud and pretend that my life is a video game.
send a nice text message to every single person in your cell phone contacts regardless of how well you know them or where you stand with them.
watch movies with me and hold my hand and make art with me and laugh with me. i would like that alot. you don’t even have to love me.
i woke up in a panic from a dream but forgot everything that had happened in it seconds later but in the interim between waking up and forgetting the content, i remembered it so vividly. it was like it were happening again exactly as it was. minutes of dream compacted into a handful of seconds. more visceral and im sweating now. im shaking now.
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i feel like if i throw myself into this situation, that i am going to be tragically let down. the idea of it is just too good and i’m not used to good. i am so tentative that it makes me tremble.
Anonymous asked: have you heard la la love you? it perfectly describes how I feel about you.
Anonymous asked: I had a dream about you a few nights ago, which is weird since we don't really talk and I haven't looked on your blog in a while. But it was definitely you. And I found it to be interesting, and so I'm writing this paragraph in your ask. And I'm sorry if this creeps you out, but I haven't mastered lucid dreaming yet so, I can't be held responsible. Goodbye now.
Anonymous asked: Have you heard the song 'umass' by the pixies?
Anonymous asked: do you mean umass was your safety school?
write a short story on the metal beams of a building that is in the early stages of being built.
my bones are wrapped in cellophane for no particular reason. i just think that the imagery is pretty.
February 2012
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there is a ghost living in my body.
there is an ocean inside of the sun and i wanna drown in it.
we are all painted up like porcelain dolls. our rosy cheeks are the result of an artist’s finesse and nothing else. we look the same no matter what.
there is something much larger than the desire for someone else’s reproductive organs against yours. there is something much larger than human bodies. there is something much larger than every thought in your head.
getting spam emails from someone who doesn’t want to talk to you anymore’s account is a pleasant surprise at first but then develops into the realization that everything is the way that is was and things probably are not going to change. the world cannot be budged. it acts according to its own will. we are spinning. give me retrograde. stop this.
teach me how to write. hold your hand around mine when i am holding a pencil and move me through the motions. your ideas and words will fill the page but i will have written them. then squeeze your hand into a fist as hard as you can and break my fingers and the pencil. i want splinters in my palm. i want to be a writer.
tenderize my heart with a meat tenderizer or your hands.
good things followed by bad things. or good things go hand in hand with bad things. or every time my stomach floats and a real actual smile breaks across my face and i feel like everything is going to be okay for a little while and then get back inside my head and feel anxious. or telling myself that everything is going to be okay because i have no other choice and then realizing that i had lied...
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upon seeing the woman in black, i wondered why harry potter always ends up in train stations when he dies.
spray paint and coca cola and pringle dust on my fingers and i am alive or not alive.
Anonymous asked: do you think you made the wrong decision when you decided to go to umass? i mean it's known as being a pretty big party school.
everything is more profound with your pants around your ankles.
she is the piano playing downstairs at 4 am when you thought you were the only one in the house. she is the one who built the sandcastles that you crushed when you fucked someone who you were convinced you loved. she is a catalogue of trinkets that everybody looks at while on the toilet but never actually ever buys anything from.
i am delicate but i am also ripping out my eyes.
write your dreams down immediately when you wake up. dreams are a dying commodity.
at the end of the novel, there was a list of everything that had happened in the entire history of the world in reverse chronological order.
does anyone want to kill me tonight? we can have a nice dinner and walk around looking at each other’s feet holding hands and talk about the things that we like to do and then maybe watch a movie and sit and watch the ocean tell us things and try to figure out the things that the nighttime is saying in morse code and we can play with flashlights and draw sharpie tattoos on each other and...
i think about the banalities of my life as missions sometimes. it helps to be productive when you tell yourself that you’re going on a mission. i am going on a mission right now.
Anonymous asked: You make my day constantly. I really look up to you as a writer. You're a very inspiring person.
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we are primarily piss/shit/vomit machines. emotions are secondary.
recommend good bands to me that have free music on their bandcamps!!!
our hands clasped tight, we crushed origami cities and i drowned them with my nervous sweat. we are the creators and the destroyers. i swear, we’re gonna be alright. the moon and the sun are melodramatic. we are the only people left alive.
Anonymous asked: i wonder how many peoples days you make...
i wonder how many of my followers are from sassachusetts.
fill your lungs with air and dust is dead skin.
naked trees and matchbox houses. bathe in the blue sky. follow traintracks with your eyes. get sleepy. come here.
i fall in love with every cute girl who looks a little bit sad. i see them everywhere but almost never talk to them. instead, i invent scenarios in my head of us talking or scenarios of us together. happy and smiling but a little bit sad sometimes as well. and then my eyes start to water. watching them out of the corner of my eye. everything slowing, everything out of reach. the entire human...
i’ve got all these highly romanticized notions of how things are going to be and i know i should probably condition myself to feel otherwise but i am incapable. i keep clinging to the ideas and they make me happy. i just don’t wanna be let down when the future crumbles under my feet.
Anonymous asked: This might be a creepy thing to ask but where do you go to school and do you like it there?
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Anonymous asked: who are you repping on your snapback in you icon?
Anonymous asked: what's your heritage?
tigger’s jaw, i’m not sad eeyore, and christopher robin never shouts never!