January 2012
purges:
another year of complaining about my life on the internet
gonna be great
boy:
girl:
-: the boy and the girl do not have a conversation
-: love does not exist
-: you're going to die some day
hyminh:
RIP 2011
2011-2011
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making...”
– Neil Gaiman (via intervals)
December 2011
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2011
This year has been more than anything I could ask for. I’m only sixteen so saying that this was the best year of my life doesn’t really mean anything. But at the same time, it really was the best year of my life. It’s the year I stopped giving a shit what other people think. I feel like a lot of the reasons why people liked me this year because I showed them that I truly...
fyeahpepperrabbit:
I told myself I would never write something like this. And I’m sorry if this feels somewhat dramatic. I’m not one to let the general public in on the happenings of my life, but I think the people reading this aren’t really the general public, and that’s kind of the point, but more on that later. First paragraphs are important, as I guess this one is. So to start, I guess I...
pallid-fire:
200 grams.
Books tell me that the average weight of a heart is just 200 grams. This baffles me. I think of the many times my heart raced along the contours of your smile, the times I felt it breaking when you lost something you couldn’t replace, the times I believed God to be the beats inside my chest. And I think about the immensity with which I love you.
200 grams.
It...
boywandering:
Some kids, when younger, read the dictionary.
Their only flaw was stopping there. I consumed the dictionary, inhaled the encyclopedia, then melted the thesaurus down into liquid form and poured it into the same containers that held my soul, my essence, the innermost parts of me. Then I read everything, literally everything. From the back of toothpaste containers, cereal boxes,...
eatsleepmoresleep:
Nine years ago, I would have been in a small class specifically designed for kids academically behind. It was in the sixth grade, first period, and the subjects were English and spelling. It was a small class of three or four people with a few occasional students who visited for testing. They split the class after Literature. Halfway through the class we would go to a separate...
an incident of blackbirds: To disappear—I’m... →
inkedribs:
To disappear—I’m addicted to the idea. I peel my fingerprints from my fingertips and set other patterns into the tender skin, make my touch untraceable. I burn handwritten notes and letters and exams, dye my hair bright red and my eyebrows burgundy and ink a strange tattoo along my collarbone. I become another person with a new name and an aura of intrigue, I become like a city after...
“You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just...”
– We Bought A Zoo (via colormewithbeauty)
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Right now, I don’t feel good. I’ve fully digested the words I spoke today. I don’t feel like I’m me. I’m saying another person’s words except I don’t even know this person. I hate this feeling. This feeling where you wish you never even spoke. I know people laughed and smiled at what I said. But every word, every syllable. It feels all wrong. I just feel...
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“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you...”
– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via quotesinmypants)
“I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re...”
– Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives (via sheistoofondofbooks)
“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in...”
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Reality isn't real.: fleurishes: No matter what... →
fleurishes:
No matter what anyone says, words are worse than sticks or bones because you can’t pull them out. You can’t forget, and there’s nothing in the world that can soften the heat of syllables and consonants and vowels wreaking havoc beneath the pillows of your lungs or the curves of your heart. Words leave the invisible scars, the ones that litter the backs of your eyelids, the soft...
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You’re not deep, intellectual, hipster, or funny. You’re just a bunch of tumblr cliches thrown together.
die
melancholypoppies:
Baader-Meinhof phenomenon
mitochondria:
The Baader-Meinhof phenomenon occurs when a person, after having learned some (usually obscure) fact, word, phrase, or other item for the first time, encounters that item again, perhaps several times, shortly after having learned it.
There are several theories about the psychological explanation of the phenomenon, including a...
Reality isn't real.: (108) New Years Resolutions →
clavicola:
This year I’ll make myself another promise that I’ll be better, that I’ll lose those ten pounds I gained when I was sad and indifferent. I’ll be kinder; flip more pennies face-up; be a masked vigilante in my own fucked-up reality. I’ll tell myself that this, this is the year. Now is the chance, the big change, my metamorphosis. I’ll peel off my cocoon and emerge with wings that span...
pass-that:
Some people fall in love with physical traits: flawless skin, white teeth, long hair, a skinny body, and a beautiful face. I, on the other hand, fall in love with how people see the world. I think there is nothing that separates a person more than their outlook on life. I could listen for hours about how someone navigates through life or describes the world through their eyes. That is...
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t...”
– Louise Erdrich (via adessive)