October 2008
Swallow your pride, you will not die, it’s not poison.
– Bob Dylan : poeticme
September 2008
Don’t hold on just because you think there’s no one else. There will always be...
– Ces D. : michellardi : poeticme
Mistakes are a part of being human. Appreciate your mistakes for what they are:...
– — Al Franken : meltinyourmouth:unicornology
No actually. This time,
i gotta be a big girl
and learn myself.
The beautiful poem someone else wrote
The Beautiful Poem I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penis affectionately. Knowing it has been inside you twice today makes me feel beautiful. 3 A.M. January 15, 1967
:onemoretimewithfeeling
:kaitziskin
Is this supposed to make me laugh, or is it supposed to be deep and meaningful? Either way, I’m still laughing, minutes...
Try writing, sometimes, it does wonders for your appearance.
– Fek : peterwknox
Risk’s a nasty ulcer, but it’s got nothing on regret.
– PhilaLawyer.net | Three Questions :peterwknox
pet peeve
“conversate”
It gets me every time. I just checked on dictionary.com and it’s there, but come on kids, it’s converse.
:booksarebetterthanboys
YEA I’VE HEARD THAT BEFORE {wink.wink}
What happened?
Don’t exactly know.
You fucked up?
What’s it look like?
Looks...
– James Frey; a million little pieces; page forty-two : breathsoftruth
Give in or get over it.
– Chana Miller : unicornology
snow and dirty rain by richard siken
Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending to sleep, while I’m in the other room. Imagine my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots in the slatted light. I’m thinking My plant, his chair, the ashtray that we bought together. I’m thinking This is where we live. When we were...
losing my mind at my leisure
I just want him to need me like breathing, that easy.
The kind that floats, y’know?
No grey area.
No guard railing. No games cards all up.
When he’d explained how he wouldn’t ever want that.
One text message re-routed our paths
In this butterfly effect sort of graph
This really-isn’t-happening-type-of-laugh
- a few instrumental questions -
Because I do not understand him;
In all withstanding
For...
My favorite restaurant in the world! →
all those awkward silences over breakfast as you fumble with your toast. you...
– frente! no time. : jaim
Maybe I wanted to hear it so badly that my ears betrayed my mind in order to...
– Margaret Cho :enquotations : cvxn : homecoming : dilaudid
never write a man a poem
FRIEND: it’s the poem. never write him a poem; it scared him to high heavens
LANII: It’s just inspiration; one poem could have five different meanings and could be about five different people and be misinterpreted in five different ways to expand the truth or make believe, or unbelievable realities.
FRIEND: i know but boys are simple. you write it, they think it happened, it’s true, you are confessing an undying love or a crush or what’s that word you like… “whimsical” nights of passion?
LANII: What passionate nights? I don’t remember. Lol.
sometimes you just can't move
sometimes you just can’t move.
for love.laughter.mistakes.memories.we just got finished making.
sometimes when you think about a person and
what they could have the audacity to do to you.
you just can’t even move.you can’t talk.
you can’t think or really do anything but sleep. sleep it off.
pride is so weakening. love is a much weaker thing.
i would rather erase and close off yesterday
than keep...
I don’t care how many fish there are in the sea. I don’t want a fish. I want...
– I Wrote This For You : amandoline:lavenderlines:align
Just fyi:
You are losing me bit by bit with this hot and cold routine :crazyfor-you
Tell her that you want your privates and her privates to do a high-five.
– Tracy Jordan, 30 Rock : butseriously : dilaudid : hithisisdanielle
this love is silent.
– t. s. eliot : jaim
You can’t stop loving or wanting to love because when it’s right, it’s the best...
– Keith Sweat :thresca
More important
than breakfast
is waking up next to someone
and having them...
– Dallas Clayton : scout : unicornology
The world breaks us all. Afterward, some are stronger at the broken places.
– Ernest Hemmingway : darlingdarla : travors : commacommachameleon