January 2012
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jeanettey:
edm4thesoul:
Levels (Cazzette NYC...
December 2011
1 post
Thoughts
I want to say something that comes to mind but touches no tongue of mine. I want to say it, brazenly, and without fear that those who may read what I say will judge a boy’s feelings false.
I am weary of my existence. I cannot lay to rest this restlessness that clings to my lashes. I am disappointed in what I have seen, and what I have seen suspends like silt. My friends speak of smoking,...
November 2011
10 posts
October 2011
28 posts
Loose Ends
I’m feeling it. I just can’t bring myself to tie everything up before I leave. Listening to a lot of Every Avenue right now…[Someday, Somehow]. And I know it’s silly, but I want to know that I matter to the people I’ve met. It makes me want to post a “Truth is…” status, but I feel like I wouldn’t get any ‘likes’ or that I would get...
I got a date with the night: The ache /toská: No... →
atomos:
The ache /toská: No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At it’s deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a…
My Life With Respect to Mormons
As a baby - “I love everyone! Let’s play!”
As a kid - “So what? Let’s play!”
In junior-high - “GAWRAWRAWR MORMONS, THEY SUCK. THEY’RE THE REASON MY LIFE SUCKS.”
As a sophomore - “Eh. They sort of control the system so I don’t want to rock the boat.”
As a senior - “Mormons…aren’t really as bad as a lot of...
It’s embarrassing that running from our pasts has turned into refreshing a page on our computers until the reminders go away,until they are covered up and shoved down into the mass of other updates.
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“If I could start all over with you again,
I’d change the way the story ends....”
– [Shut Me Out - Aidan Hawken]
I looked into a mirror in a lucid dream and what did I see?
In my heart I am exhausted for I cannot put to rest, even temporarily, that which keeps my person alive. I wish there were better words to be said, better company in which they could be heard. But, at my core, there is no one who cares to lend time to such pursuits. No one and nothing, just the constant drumming that dispenses noise - a rhythmic expression of my despair - into a great expanse; the...
September 2011
86 posts
