February 2012
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Crushed by Velvet Acid Christ on Grooveshark
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wake up.
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everyone is already whining about valentine’s day and shit &i’m just like “LOL suxxx 2 b u~~~~1!” i’ve planned for myself the most romantic valentine’s day yet: wake up at 7AM. drink a pot of coffee. go to six hour location lighting class. afterwards, develop my first four sheets of 4X5 film for my view camera class make contact sheet study ansel...
nothing is so firmly believed as what we least know.
– montaigne
Fingaprints by Rabbit Junk on Grooveshark
say fuck it, burn it to the ground light the fires, watch it all burn down
all that lives is born to die.
– that’s the way, led zeppelin
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January 2012
8 posts
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Hell is not a bad place, I’ve been there and the curtains and decorations are...
– Bryan Erickson
hi. once upon a time, my sleeping pattern (&perception of reality) was fucked, i was good for nothing, i was an indecisive fuck, i couldn’t remember how to be happy, i didn’t know how to change things or how to function properly in social situations &i frequently suffered from caprice. the end.
Hail To The Dead Souls by Velvet Acid Christ on Grooveshark
dead souls wailing in water frozen like a tide of depression i lie and wait howl at the moon hail to dead souls wash over me and take my life away push this staple into my head watch my arms fall out over the table twisted fable touch me once and i’ll turn to dust i give up my life and give my soul to you, the collector ...
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December 2011
14 posts
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romantic love is a trap designed to expand capitalism
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still makes me smile.. too bad i prefer being a lonesome bitter bitch
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person i'm texting: goddammit sara, i just want you to fuck my brains out already
me: ummmmmmm. yeahh. um.
November 2011
13 posts
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i keep seeing eleven eleven everyday, by chance, and i keep wishing that it will lead me to an awakening, like it’s supposed to. it hasn’t yet. or maybe it has and i just haven’t realized. i hope not. the other night, i asked my dreams to guide me. my entire time in dreamworld was spent searching everywhere for some sign of meaning, some little tiny hint of guidance. but there...
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it’s always the hopeless romantic types that fall for me. i always feel bad for them.
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did you stop to think is it making you question all of that you took for granted all of those on whom you counted are you finally aware you shit head? it’s the wake-up call you needed i see you’re finally moving on i doubt you would be long you need a hole in your head i want to see it come oozing out all your pride and your scheming all your lies and deceiving you need a hole in your...
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anyway. despite my overall gloom and hatred for humanity and disbelief in love (+etc) he still manages put a stupid smile on my face a little way too easily.
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That’s what I don’t understand; why do they say ‘I love...
– Sedmikrásky
my computer asked me “are you okay, miss?” a few minutes ago. i’m not so sure.
Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving...
– waking life
i move on and on look away and you’ll miss that i have gone your light is too bright for my dark and your love is too big for my pain and you want too much from a drifter like me i drift into you
October 2011
17 posts
dear friend, i miss you very much too &i really mean it, true story (not based on a true story). sure, things may be different since we don’t get to see each other as often as we used to, but we’re still the same good friends that we’ve been for so long and i’m thankful. and there’s no need to apologize. you’ve been the exact kind of friend that i need...
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I MADE ANOTHER MIX, I MADE ANOTHER MIX, TRA LA LA~~~~~~~~~~ I’m kind of hyped out on monster & my mood totally doesn’t match the mood of this playlist but maybe’ I’ll actually give it to the person I made it for this time, maybe. OK, i’m gonna go mentally run in circles now and continue working towards conquering my paper, which i haven’t really made a...
“Hell is other people” -Jean Paul Sartre