(via skycandy)
this is the best thing in the world.
Something better.
We are all products of our environments. I don’t think I ever believed in something as much. You wake up in a warm down comforter to your mother petting your head, “it’s time for school, wake up angel.” So today you’re gonna be warm and love.
You wake up because your dreams are worse than being awake. You feel hollowed out because of all decisions you make. The ones that make you lose sleep. So today you’re gonna be tired and empty.
“I only smoke American Spirits anyway …” HHHHHHA!
Where The Dirty Hipsters Are (Where the Wild Things Are Spoof)
This is so great. I’m really glad that you find humor in this. whoever you are.
Lennon/Mccartney probably were the best song writing team. The only thing better is probably..them individually.
“ watching a woman sleep can get you scared.
Trees Talk Trash.
If I were a tree, collect all of my leaves. And watch me grow into something you could hold. Find comfort on nights as cold as ice. That chill you straight down to your bones, that cover your heart. God cut out of stone, dipped in gold, now it’s too heavy to hold.
If I were a stone. I think i’d sit at home on your desk while you worked. Next to all of the frames of better days. When we still had all the time to grow and you swore I was stronger than an oak. Now I swear I’m old. I’m full of rusty bones and old ghosts of the faces I used to know.
If I were alive. I think I’d like to be outside. So the sun could hit my face and take me back to the days. Where my mom stood by my side, but now I only stay inside. I’m looking for a fresh way to die. Putting shit inside my veins never takes away the pain of a life once lived is now a life that’s lost. I told you I didn’t mind the dark but you keep the lights on.
I’m just a boy. With too much time to create new lies. To keep myself occupied. When the rotting sets in I’ll save a smile for each one of my friends and the tears will finally fall. There isn’t anyone left to call. They’d all be back again like it was when we were fifteen. And the basement was where we wanted to be. Not with girlfriends or better company. I’ll let that breath go that I’ve been holding for so long. God damn I missed you all.
I still smoke. My hearts still broke. You still sing. Just supposed to be with me.
I’m looking for 100 at least. So spread it far and wide.
Thank you, wonderful stranger. : ) <3
what my mother doesn’t know
No Shame, No Fear. First book I ever remember finishing.
This Is All: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn. It both devastated me and opened my eyes.
Dominion.
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close <3 thanks, jesse!
you’re welcome. as for me I’d say Everything is Illuminated.
I’m going to have to say Bud not Buddy.
this is what I look like when I can’t sleep. While everyone dreams big dreams around me, I sit awake and never ever dream.
