19 11 / 2011
It frustrates me so much when people are upset, act like they are upset, speak like they are upset, but never think to tell someone that they are upset. I have had enough of dealing with people dropping hints that something is bothering hoping that I pick it up. If something is really bothering you that much that you feel like you have to put on a whole show to demonstrate that something is up, why not just say it outright, and save yourself an Oscar winning performance. Then of course come the explanation, “we have been together for so long, surely you can tell that something is up, you should be able to see and ask me what is wrong”. Well, sure, that may be true, but if that is how you feel, surely we have been together for long enough for you to just be able to tell me when you are unhappy rather than get even more annoyed when I just ignore your theatrical bullshit because it is so fucking immature. But then again, what can I say, I’m here typing this to the anonymous mass that is the internet rather than talking to you. Oh well, I guess we are just as bad as each other….
No, you are worse, at least I vocalise it.
13 11 / 2011
Anonymous asked: Not only do I like your blog (haha I found it) but I also am OBSESSED with you secretly. Ok here we go.. I got this idea from a Tumblr spam I got once lol.. I think you like me too and you were always too shy to admit it :3 go to crushmatches(dót)com (wtf it wont let me link regular) and make an account there. Then look up the profile 'gottagetme19' (me obviously) I left body pictures.. if you can guess who I am hit me up and we'll hang soon. You need a C C but its free
NO WAY! What are the chances of you finding me?? Do you know what, I think I DO like you too! And I’m more than happy to give my credit card detail to a shoddy website. Because that is true love…isn’t it?
04 11 / 2011
My head always turns left.
Smiles escape my lips, flying to tree trunks and stray cats. Cars drive by with the tip of my tongue and a wisp of my breath. People stare, with a grain of my salt.
Footpaths are made for my hands. I feel my way, never seeing, always thinking. Always feeling. The feeling never stops, only ceases. Stopping and ceasing are not the same anymore. Have they ever been?
My words don’t make sense. They don’t need to make sense. My cryptic code of self, unraveled by perfect strangers, partners, psychs, shrinks. My words make sense.
I turn my head left.
04 11 / 2011
You know that sound that you hear sometimes, the sound that sets your teeth on edge, the sound that makes you shift in your shoes, the sound that sends shivers to the tips of your fingers, to the end of your toes?
I’ve been hearing that sound lately.
Suburban streets aren’t as quiet when the air is thick with the sound of unease. But we walk them anyway, everyone has to move. We stop moving, we stop breathing. We stop breathing, we stop feeling. So we move.
Pictures are worth 1000 words. But if each of those words makes the same noise, perhaps it is better not to see at all. For if we don’t see, we don’t hear. If we don’t hear, we keep moving, we keep breathing, we keep feeling.
I’ve been seeing a lot lately.
With my eyes shut tight I walk as if I were deaf. But the sound is already there. People stare at it, people wonder at it, people laugh about it, people sing about it, people write about it.
Cigarettes deafen the sound. Alcohol dulls the ears. Darkness blinds me to the noise. Sleep brings sweet release from dreams.
I’ve been dreaming a lot lately.
Wake up! It’s time for sleep. The world in your mind is awake. Drown out the endless silence with necessity and frustration. Scream as if the sound will escape your lips and the world will hear your silence as loud as it truly is.
I occupy a space where a scream is loud, but falls on deaf ears. The individual is strong but weak amongst many. The idea is sharp but dulled by self-loathing. The music is sweet, but shrouded by doubt.
I’ve been doubting everything lately.
05 10 / 2011
As an Australian, I have been finding it hard to understand what the whole occupy wall street thing is about. but finally, there seems to be someone who cane explain coherently what “they” believe the purpose to be.
04 10 / 2011
"In retrospect, because of the controversy it has created and because of the different interpretations that it could have had, yes, that probably — that would have been appropriate."
GOP presidential candidate HERMAN CAIN, when asked on ABC News This Week if he should have defended a gay soldier who was booed by the conservative crowd at the last Republican presidential debate.
Yes, Herman. You should’ve spoken up for him “because of the controversy” and not because he’s a human being who is putting his life on the line for you in Afghanistan.
04 10 / 2011
"You can spend forty years teaching people to be awake to the fact of mystery and then some fellow with no more theological sense than a jackrabbit gets himself a radio ministry and all your work is forgotten. I do wonder where it will end."