December 2009
30 posts
“Hello.”
“Hi, how may I help you?”
“I’m…..looking for a friend.”
“Aisle 6, sir.”
“No—that’s not what I meant.”
“Sir?”
“I’m looking for…. a companion.”
“Aisle 6, sir. If you need assistance locating it, we can—”
“That won’t be...
I swear I had something to look forward to as I woke up. I swear I went to bed thinking, There’s something exciting for me when I wake up.
But I wake up, and there’s nothing. And I don’t think I forget anything.
Tumblr is so so so so so full of hopeless romantics, people that gawk at anything love related…it’s fairly nauseous.
It sometimes pays off to have absent-minded friends. When you don’t feel like hanging out, you don’t have to make excuses, they just forget.
ha!
I saw a friend the other day we hugged and laughed and slapped hands. He said hey I probably said that too, and then You still doin your thing? Yeah, I’m still doin my thing, you still doin your thing? Yeah, I’m still doin my thing. He had to go though so soon and saying, see you, and turning around. I should have said what happened to you, and what happened to me It was the other day...
I had a shake at a restaurant yesterday. It was 5.95. It wasn’t any good. The waitress came by and said, “aren’t our shakes just amazing??” and I lied and said, “Oh, just amazing.”
And then I was taking a shower the next morning and I was longing for the water to just stay and caress me, I needed it. But every drop just nicked me and then proceeded to fall to...
Sometimes I listen to music only to realize how lonely I am. It should have the opposite effect, shouldn’t it? I’ll listen to the yelps and wails and cries of the singer of the band, and I’ll feel something, and I’ll just want another person to feel that same feeling with me.
But all they ever hear is just a bunch of shitty yelps and wails and cries.
have you ever told anyone you missed them, even though you don’t even know the person???
That’s like quasi-physics or something.
I haven’t smiled once today! Good God, I need to find something to smile about, right now. This is ridiculous! It’s like a cigarette smoker craving a cigarette…I’m craving a smile, and I need one now.
I overexaggerate. I smiled three times today, that I can recall.
While away at college, I completely forgot about the concept of people decorating their houses with christmas lights.
I’m glad I forgot about that cultural phenomenon for a bit…. but now it’s re-learned. So big deal.
I feel like a jerk. I just got back home. My family keeps wanting to come out and join them. But I just feel like a jerk because I just want to stay in my room on my bed, and be by myself, and try and sort things out and read and write.
So, um. I may not be bothering other people….but I’m bother myself. This incessant complaining. It’s bothering me.
It’s funny how that works. How one can be bothered by oneself…..it’s like I’m not even controlling my actions. But then who is the “I” that is admitting to being bothered? Are there two “I”s?
I’m rambling. But...
Don’t judge. Don’t think.
Just write.
thebeautifulyouth:
I bought a new journal last month, and I’m afraid to write in it. I’m afraid of hating what I write or draw. I’m afraid of wasting the paper. I’m afraid of tearing out the paper when I get mad. I’m afraid of ruining the journal. I’m afraid. I’m afraid of everything. And I can’t help it anymore.
Bus stop. Two people, standing (outside), looking at an advertisement of a frigid tundra (in front of them). #1 wears wool socks, boots, a hat, shorts. #2 wears shorts, white socks.
#1: Burrrr. Burr, it’s so cold out, ain’t it?
#2: Oh, oh, ain’t it?
#1: Oh it’s chilly, chilly, chilly.
#2: Yes, yes. I can even see my breath. (blows several times up into the air)
#1: Worst thing about...
shit that I spontaneously wrote, don't know why...
“He’s been whimpering in his sleep, John.”
“Whimmering? What do you mean whimmering?”
“Whimpering, John. Whimpering. ”
John Brink plopped down on his favorite blue chair while his wife, Cheryl, stood across the room in the kitchen, her one arm wrapped around herself and the hand of her other stroking her temple. He had just got home, his suitcases still placed on the couch adjacent to him.
“Oh...
Day one
and I feel like there will be a lot more
day ones
in my future.
Day one
and even though tomorrow will be a
day two
it’s really going to be another
day one
to me, I know.
I don’t get why they call it a broken heart. Whenever my “heart breaks,” I always feel it in the stomach; a sinking feeling that pervades throughout the day(s). But never do I feel it in the chest area.
Can anyone give me recommendations of books that are just super sad? They don’t even have to be super sad; they just have to have a powerful emotional effect. They don’t even have to have a powerful emotional effect; they just have to have some part of the book come out and hit you unsuspectingly with emotion, just one part.
And the book has to be good.
Anything?
So, why would a guy ever, ever kiss/lick a picture of a hot chick? I don’t get it! Does he think instead of some papery feel, there will magically be warm skin instead???
hahah…..sorry.
I went to bed at 8:30 last night, though being awoken at both 9:30, 10:30, and 1.
And I don’t feel too bad today yet. I haven’t thought much.
Maybe I should start going to bed this early every day.
I just feel so lonely….. My head is so bland and cloudy. And lonely
As I have relatively long eyelashes, sometimes snowflakes get caught on them.
That is one of my favorite images: the intricacy of a snowflake combined with the delicacy of an eyelash.
“There is a story of a centipede that was asked how with so many legs he was able...”
– dang!!!
one time
I absolutely love this.
deladom:
he told me he liked me and the other one said he loved me and they both held my hand, quite a few held my hand. quite a few said they liked me quite a few said they loved me and i remember one of them, he called when he said he would and and and i met his friends. and the other i met his family and i used to do so many nice things and he used to do so many...
Two things I loathe, and things like these are really turning into a bitter son of a bitch.
For one, when some tells you “okay DAD” or “okay MOM.” I suggest for people to, I don’t know, go to sleep, or go to class, and they retort with this. I try to let them know that those are the right things to do. But instead I’m just some bitch of a DAD or MOM.
Oh, and...
I was thinking more along the lines of…you know that horrible dread feeling you get? Like maybe when you find out someone just died, or your boyfriend cheated on you or something. Well. What if you could somehow just muster up strength to somehow make that feeling good. Like riding on euphoria…like some feeling of a romantic kiss. Because are those waves of overwhelming feelings THAT...
Hi, my name is Tony, and I’ve lost my sense of humor.
Group: Hi Tony!!
(no seriously, I feel like I’m losing my sense of humor..)
“God, I have to go to the bathroom.”
“The bathroom’s right there.”
“Yeah, I know, but I just..I just don’t want to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh come on. It’ll take a minute.”
“No, I don’t want to go to the bathroom.”
“What do you mean?”
“I just don’t want to go to the bathroom! Not the...
I wonder if one could, if in an extremely dire instant, muster up all of his dread, depression, anger, confusion…into some concentration or something, and just make it feel good, and pleasant.
walking at night during the first snowfall of the year is the perfect time for faraway thoughts…or something like that.