February 2012
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"The Uses of Sorrow," Mary Oliver
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
“Write hard and clear about what hurts.”
– Ernest Hemingway
hopefully got rid of that hack that’s been trolling up my page. sorry to anyone that it may have affected!
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to my new followers...
hello! thank you so much c:
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sometimes i wonder if i could just start over. just erase everything i ever was, and start anew. new place, new people, new everything.
my brother is such a fucking idiot.
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Punch in the Face Poetry: "Things My Son Should... →
I was young once. I dug holes near a canal and almost drowned. I filled notebooks with words as carefully as a hunter loads his shotgun. I had a father also, and I came second to an addiction. I spent a summer swallowing seeds and nothing ever grew in my stomach. Every woman I kissed, I kissed as if I loved her. My left and right hands were rivals. After I hit puberty, I was kicked out of my...
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Surveys because it's Sunday..
1: Apart from tumblr, what do you like to do in your spare time? Sleep and eat.. and I’ve been doing neither the past 4 days.. bad.
2: Name a favorite of each: food, drink, color. Tacos, Malibu, Blue
3: If you married rich and your spouse gave you $100,000 a week, what would you spend it on? I wouldn’t want to be given $100,000 a week from my wife..
4: Name a favorite of each: book,...
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Alone with a Bottle of Wine on 8tracks.
Have an angsty-ass playlist, tumblr. Enjoy. I know I do.
