peignez mon corps nu.
j'apprécie des choses comme le sommeil, le sexe et toutes les formes d'expression.
Je passe surtout mon temps en peignant ou jour en rêvant.
Masking stupor, soporifc fields crying for the grey and drenched.
protruding ties of unforgiving flair gasping fiending for the abyss that is you, murks so sultry and ripe round reaming with anger foaming with pride and never flattered by steaming caffeine in the p.m. like doll hairs of the worst heirs brothers sisters mothers fathers. only surpassed gently through the magic of elves can i fathom the ceremonial drapes bound upon attentive overgrown green eyes shaped as a rainbow never faltering always moving surrounded by teeming tiaras feeding fences on the faceless fixed for fire. pockets of fluffy sanity seaming soaring oh so slightly! heathen rotting overcoats raising gallows by your god down in a flurry of my god his god your god, the chalice and the blade admist spacecrafts floating fucking weaving America.
~~ • inQuIre
• sUbmIitt gasmz
j'apprécie des choses comme le sommeil, le sexe et toutes les formes d'expression.
Je passe surtout mon temps en peignant ou jour en rêvant.
Masking stupor, soporifc fields crying for the grey and drenched.
protruding ties of unforgiving flair gasping fiending for the abyss that is you, murks so sultry and ripe round reaming with anger foaming with pride and never flattered by steaming caffeine in the p.m. like doll hairs of the worst heirs brothers sisters mothers fathers. only surpassed gently through the magic of elves can i fathom the ceremonial drapes bound upon attentive overgrown green eyes shaped as a rainbow never faltering always moving surrounded by teeming tiaras feeding fences on the faceless fixed for fire. pockets of fluffy sanity seaming soaring oh so slightly! heathen rotting overcoats raising gallows by your god down in a flurry of my god his god your god, the chalice and the blade admist spacecrafts floating fucking weaving America.
~~ • inQuIre
• sUbmIitt gasmz
An old lady takes a bow
The lovers whisper, “What a cow.”
And touch each other with their hands
Outside they snicker at the sight
Of drunk men sleeping in the light
That shines on public transport stands
I want to screw you
I wish I could get through to you
There’s nothing more that I want out of you
I want to own you
Just for one day enthrone you
And give all of my hollowness to you
And so they drink two cans of beer
His face assumes a practiced leer
He takes his jacket off and sighs
She knows the next thing to be played
She says, “Forget it, let’s get laid
I’ve had a million other guys.”
They screw, they come, and lie replete
They cast their shadows on the street
And look away into the air
They’re not in love or so it seems
They stare at false exclusive dreams
They think of ways to do their hair
(Source: blackbile)
I’m going next door to buy some ice cream. As soon as I get over my agoraphobia for the day a little. That usually happens when the sun’s gone down. Why am I such a night bird?
(Source: blackbile)
Good morning! ACtually it’s 2:36 p.m. here but wwwhhtttvvvvvrrrrrr
I stayed up until about sunrise listening to sad travelin’ songs. That and sad sailin’ songs. I love all those drunken sailors with loves lost.
I’m beginning to have an overwhelming love for things with a country tinge to it. I remember hating Wilco’s album A.M. when my best friend Madeline got it for me in 8th grade.
I bet I would love it now. I’ve been listening to classics and only classics. Very traditional love songs. The kind you want to turn up so loud it might blow out Bob’s already fucked up speakers in the living room.
Should I start wearing my retainer? Or is my snaggle-tooth really endearing and “cute” like you said it was?
Sometimes when I smile a certain way, trying to hide my huge horse teeth, a little sliver of my snaggle-tooth will poke out under my top lip, and look so awk-weird.
It’s kind of cool, though.
Yeah………. I want a really nice sandwich right now. With alfalfa sprouts, cream cheese, cranberry sauce, and like… cucumbers. ON a croissant.
(Source: blackbile)
I’m in love. Always have been.
Dan & Jad Fair
I love Daniel Johnston more and more and more with age. More and more and fucking more.
Robert and I are wearing the same calf-length home bum jacket.
Jen Stark - paper sculpture
2HEADEDSNAKE ALWAYS POSTS THE BEST ART~
iiiiiiiiii just bought some cheap merlot and chocolate covered almonds down the street. …Twas a nice walk. All the roommates and cool kids are out cycling and frollicking about the city without me. I’m totally okay with listening to david pajo all night and drinking wine alone. Thinking about cool/dumb shit. Don’t bother me unless you want me to make you feel awkward today.
As usual.
I like getting really big
bags of argula and spinach, and just eating it like dey b sum chipz.
Enticing.
I’m tired of everyone and am starting to feel like a narcissistic bitch again. You know when you look around at the people you’re constantly surrounded by and can’t help but to feel like you’re on a completely different level than them? Not even a higher or better one, but just one so different it distances you. It distances you from relating in the ways you wish you could with people you know you care about.
I need a job and I hate hearing and saying that. Sadly, I really just want to leave. Again. I’m not letting myself do that, though. Dumb idea.
I’ve been telling myself for a long time now I need to just pick SOMEHWERE and stay long enough to figure out how everyone else leads these lives they do, and convince others or maybe even prove to myself I can do it, too.
It sure seems as if no one will ever respect or care about me (not in a way I give a fuck about) … but… They won’t unless I succumb to their ideals.
Sad.
Pathetic. Gut - wrenching.
At least I haven’t purchased alcohol in 4 days. Right? Also, my eyes look almost honey coloured today. It’s pretty cool.
