January 2012
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January 27th, 2012
I promise you that what you see is but the faded image of something once glorious. That in older days the image before you that seems so listless was once vibrant blue and red; jumping off the scenery and into a life—bursting at the seams for one more chance to love and learn; breathe and feel. I promise you that this figure which seems so struggled so suffering and seasonal was once a...
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@vickied
vickied replied to your post: Spanish question about our first boyfriend/girlfriend
paha, your little post like this make me laugh. cx
your post last night about playing rugby made me think: Badass. But I never got around to replying, “Badass” to it so I’m just doing that now.
Also don’t laugh at my misfortunes. >:c
Spanish question about our first...
Fuck you Spanish you don’t know me
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XXXVII
Sam’s eyes jump from the river bed to the bridge above. He watches as the somber man approaches the railing and peers over into the empty expansion of river below. Sam jumps to action and races up to the bridge, waves his arms in frantic motions to stop the man before he jumps. His eyes fix upon Louis’s and the two for a moment are frozen in time.
“Louis?” He asks “Sam?” Louis responds. “Jesus...
Anonymous asked: what happened to your brother's tumblr, ponygon?
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XXXVI
The man in blue approaches the vehicle and singles to the other man in blue that he’s arrived, asks, “What do we have here?” and the other man in blue gives a slight smirk before replying, “Same old same old.”.
“Lovers quarrel?” “Maniac” The two men look over the dead body, shake their heads in dissatisfaction. “bet none of these people even hurt a fly” the first man in blue says, and the other...
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Waking Up
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The sun wakes you up from your deep sleep and you lay there grinning like a fool, biting your lower lip and wondering if you should wake up the guy next to you or tip-toe out of the door and never see him again.
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You come to the realization that this is your house and this is your bed and so exiting quietly is something that can’t be done. You’re next decision...
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XXXV
Louis tries to understand the difference in things. Contemplates how everything can go so wrong, how these things he once knew were true—these nights spent with former lovers—now seem but vacant memories of a past life. He looks over the bridge, considers what it would be like to float to the river below; to become submerged in the blue mass of life that twists and turns its way down hill. He...
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Creative Cloud: @Jenni-rose →
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jenni-rose replied to your post: I think I’ve got a bad case of bitch face, people tend to not sit by me
Same :( I’ve been actively trying to make my resting face friendlier, so, ya know, potential suitors will approach me. SIGH.
Hahah I try to do that too but then I feel like people…
When I was a hostess at a fancy schmancy restaurant my manager used to tell me to...
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XXXIV
I’m sorry for this, I truly am. I hope you can see that in another life. I hope you can understand that what’s transpiring now has nothing to do with you. Or has everything to do with you. But what I’m hoping you understand is that it was me. That it was always me and never you. I hope you understand that the broken hand that keeps me down won’t let up; not till I’m dead. I hope you understand...
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Dear blond guy in my American Lit class
I can’t tell if you’re attractive or not and it’s starting to piss me off. You always sit behind me or like a row to the right or left of me and behind me so it’s pretty much impossible for me to find a suitable reason for turning my head and gazing.
Otherwise you’re in class before me and already sitting down so it would be painfully obvious that I’m gazing at...
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XXXIII
Sampson gives the black box another nudge; wonders if he’ll ever find another opportunity to use it again. He looks back at the nature of his life; his youth spent in playful embraces of women that came and went, each one more beautiful than the last. He looks out the window of his apartment building to the faces below. He sees no change, no exciting new adventure, nothing but the ordinary;...
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XXXII
She arrives on schedule, steps out of the plane and into the great new beyond. Her mind is rattled with new information; sensory overloud that causes her to stumble as she walks out of the airport into the new city. She’s arrived, she thinks, as her eyes tower up to the city in-front of her; each new window a possibility, each new face a new experience waiting to unfold for her.
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Thick Clouds of Smoke
When my lungs are filling up with air and smoke and ash from the no-good cigarette-bums that fabricate around this establishment; take long drawn out drags of smooth smoke in, puff out little bits of grey-matter into the world, and flick the burning orange embers into ceramic bowls; I wonder if you can understand what I’m trying to say.
Can you see the weight placed upon me? Can you feel...
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No me gusta hoy. Necesito a un chico rubio en mi cama ahora.
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I’ve come to consider dreams as transcending moments of super-consciousness in which the physical body is reunited with the metaphorical self—if only for an instant. Dreams fit together in an incomprehensible way in which the present is intersected with the alternative pasts and alternative futures. All of these are woven together in the string-like nature of the dream world; all...
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And the winner of the "I make awkward faces while...
House majority leader Eric Cantor for maintaining a constant scowl throughout the whole speech. Bravo Cantor, I didn’t think it could be done.
Runner ups and otherwise honorable mentions:
That time Biden looked like he was going to cry
Boehner’s face always being half off screen
Richard Cordray going from sad to happy and back to sad in a matter of seconds
John Mccain’s...
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an incident of blackbirds: ten minutes earlyI’ll... →
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ten minutes early I’ll think you must have hit the jet stream, and I know that’s over the Atlantic but isn’t there an equivalent between Colorado and Kentucky? You’ll be waiting for me by the KFC at the exit and when I get there you’ll say, “I see your timing hasn’t improved at all, sis,” even…
I had to reblog this simply because so far it’s the best piece I’ve...
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I throw caution to the wind as the sails of my misfortune take to the seas and chart the ship that is my body across the harsh yet tranquil waters of the ocean. With such feverish motion I smash the ships against the sea-foam-towering-waves; white walls of pure envy that drench and drown me in their livelihood as I too drift off into the great expansion of territory a mere morsel of what I once...
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fifteen
What speaks in specks of homosexual, like man alive or perished— lingering— unwashed and unfulfilled.
What sings in song of patriarchal like woman pushed or punished— lingering— unwashed and unfulfilled.
What starts in stabs of retroactive like skins arrayed and tarnished— lingering— unwashed and unfulfilled.
What stomps and stirs in bits of power! What...
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Fourteen
I’ve rebelled at the sight— the glorious image of the night— the light, the light, oh the light! Which stems from the tattered hand of the republican right; the chance to see, to change, to dream tarnished by the plight of voters turned up late in fright who with their pastel hands do write the banishment of the light, light, light.
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Nocturne Revival
The falcon-soaring sky is now covered in a thick layer of listless coal-black smoke that twists and turns its way up into the sky; gyrating around the speckled spangled stars that make up the great Texas landscape. Sam stands on the beach and gazes up at the morbid-motif of life and death that is the Texas wildfires burning bright against the backdrop of his childhood: the sea and it’s waves...
deartoday asked: I miss you, baby. Come homeeee. :(
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Here
The day breaks out into a scourge of sorrowful songs; amber splints of sun splice their way through apartment blinds, walkers eyes, and across the pale freckled flesh of lovers in their most radiant of blooms. Somehow things seem complex and assured. Here there are no unknowns, only truths radiating off the bricks and blades of grass. Here there are only kept promises, hill-top...
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“Maybe instead of strings it’s stories things are made of, an infinite...”
– Skippy Dies, A Novel. Paul Murray Filed under: Quotes that made me bursts into tears.
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On Schools and Creativity
School’s don’t teach you how to be successful creatively. They teach you how to be successful in almost every other way, but never creatively. They teach you how to introduce yourself, how to write formula-type-papers, how to properly cite sources, how to pen a letter, and what to wear on your first job interview, but they leave the creative part up to you.
No one teaches you how to...
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I fear what all men do: that the destiny of life is to live and die alone—unaware of the splendors of love. And so in a vain attempt of self-satisfaction I take to words to fabricate a sense of belonging where none exists.
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I wish no ill of those confined to sorrowful cycles of circles and circles and circles and circles.
“Like the bodies of dancers or athletes, the minds of readers are genuinely happy...”
– Lynne Sharon Schwartz (via prettybooks)
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“New knowledge is the most valuable commodity on earth. The more truth we have to...”
– -Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
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XXXI
Should addiction form and fabricated around my throat and eyes, I offer you but one solution to the madness. I offer you the solution of digging deep into the core of the world, tearing apart the flesh of reason, and assuming your true identity. I offer you the most basic of truths: the world of the living is not for the feint of heart.
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“I hate you for the content of your character.”
– -Cody’s idea of equality. Which is pretty much spot on.
justinpoole asked: I hate your fucking guts! You're always featured! You don't even deserve it! You're so generic and bland and every one else who doesn't get featured all the time is way better than you! Stop taking the spotlight away from you and upcoming writers who deserve it!
wickedwithoutacause asked: Do you have a favorite time of day during which you like to write most?
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Satan's Tongue
Both Sidney and Trevor sit at the edge of pure understanding—looking over. From where they are situated all can be seen in the vast expansion of true knowledge, but nothing can be seen straight down. There’s a word for this that lingers just outside of their scope of understanding; some word that has described all of these conditions before—the way human bodies interact to their...
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“This is the way they live now, like two actors in the final performances of a...”
– Skippy Dies, Paul Murray
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“Could the dark truth be that the system is composed of individual units none of...”
– Skippy Dies, Paul Murray