December 2011
“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.”
—John Steinbeck (via anaffinityforprofanity)
November 2011
I remember turning into air.
Cheek against the breeze,
I got pulled into the gust,
And before I had a chance breath,
I remember turning into air.
It is a beautiful place.
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The first time you learn about shame it’s with God on your tongue and doubt in between your crooked teeth, scabs on your knees that aren’t from praying and the bible burning through the wood of your nightstand. The second time you find shame it’s naked and moaning in your father’s VCR, burning…
Miyazaki movies
Always make me hungry.
It never fails. I want rice, and sushi and yum yum sauce.
And meat. Good god, so much carniverous meat.
Cleaning out my closet.
AKA Get rid of most of my clothing.
Ugh.
Dreamin'.
I had a dream that I was at my best friend’s wedding reception.
For some reason my subconscious gave me the hugest set of boobs and then all of the sudden I look down and I’m topless.
At first it’s like, “Oh shit, no shirt, what do I do?! Sarah will be so mad!” But then I just… Stopped… Caring. No one else in my dream cared either. Everyone just carried on, and I fondled my newly endowed chest, because let’s be real, if you suddenly had huge tits and no shirt you’d do the same thing.
I woke up and wondered if that’s what it’s like to have big boobs.
Walk around topless and no one cares.
I'm not checking my email
Because I know what’s in there and I don’t wanna ruin my Thanksgiving break buzz but not opening it is causing me anxiety.
Credit card in my hand
I can’t bring myself to spend any money…
Deathly Hallows part 2
I just watched it for the first time.
Holy shit.
It was good. Really good.
I really enjoyed it.
The first part I was kind of on the fence about, and then I didn’t really think I’d care for this one.
But good lord.
That was great.
Somedays you have to sit yourself down for a talk.
This talk includes, but is not limited to, phrases such as, “You are not noticable.”
Or,
“What on earth would make you special enough to garner a first glance?”
You have to kick youself before others do.
I bought a skirt,
With buttons all the way up the front. Festive brass colored snaps.
That being said.
It can literally be ripped off of me.
How hot could that be? Someone please help me find out.
I hate my body. I hate how weak and unstable and useless it is.
My tolerance for you is very thin.
Too thin.
Thin like smoke, and eventually I’m going to pass through you because all you do is throw yourself into my face. Clogging up my mouth and nose, making my eyes sting. You want my attention? You have it.
One day though, I’m not going to jump when you raise the red flag. Someday it won’t mean a thing to me and your S.O.S. will be stuck to hang. Unnoticed and tattered.
Where your eyes won't meet me.
I’m going to do that thing with my eyes,
Where I close them.
You should do that thing with your lips,
Where you kiss me.
