February 2011
47 posts
“The first step toward getting somewhere
is to decide that you are not going to...”
– J. Pierpont Morgan (via delaneydrake)
January 2011
18 posts
On Valentine's Day:
What My Friends Will Be Doing:
What I’ll Be Doing:
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Heart of Stone
I’m shivering though my body is warm
My conscious is tattered, ragged, and worn
Love is what i searched for and hoped to find
but my journey was fruitless, I crawl back to my mind
I’ve learned the truth of being alone
It feels like the lights are off and everyone’s home
I can’t stand my self for plenty of reasons
Constantly getting colder, regardless of the...
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Fuck
I haven’t shaved in five days. I’m constantly fighting a tightness in my stomach, a lump in my throat. Even when I manage to tame my thoughts and find sleep I’m awoken by bizarre dreams. Am I losing my mind?
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My other, more personal blog. Proceed with... →
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My powerful thoughts of the night.
Wisdom is knowing yourself better than your peers do. For instance, a fool will act a certain way and then deny away the consequences. I wise person will act a certain way and then chuckle when they hear the rumors that have been spread.
tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
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This poem, is a shout out.
DISCLAIMER: The views and feelings expressed in this poem are not mine. This is how I believe one of my close friends feels and I don’t think he knows I’ve written this yet.
Special, is how you should feel.
Cause you’re different, a reinvented wheel
flawless, that’s a bit of a stretch
but the truth is that you’re quite a catch
Now, if this city was lawless...
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Like a Mad Man
“I hate to be that person..” She said glancing from her phone to me. “But I’m not sure when my flight leaves and I’m pretty sure we’re behind schedule. Soooo…”
“So, punch it?” I ask, my eyes fixed on the road.
“If you would, please.” I’m pretty sure she smiles sheepishly as she glances down at her phone but I...
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What type of T-shirt are you? →
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Letting Go
Letting go is different than giving up
It’s the politest way to say, “I’ve had enough”
It’s letting someone know
They’re on the road
That starts at friend
And leads to foe
It’s the beginning of an end
It’s and aftertaste oh so bitter
You never thought
The dress of disdain would fit her
You never thought
It would follow a sweet love
That seemed to come from...
