Inception

poemsvsvolcano:



We’re at the Hotel Scraped Knees,
we are asleep in God’s plan, we’re
with each other in the ribcage
of the image of night. Our
six-beer anniversary—Philly
in the spring; Happy Halloween
it is the Fourth of July. Let’s
celebrate
, you say, strapped
for youth, shook to dust,

Wow.

Somewhere along the way,
I lost my ability to get so lost and caught up,
In the magic of playing my violin.
Somewhere along the way,
I forgot how to draw,
Like the pencil was not a pencil,
But an extension of my soul.
Somewhere along the way,
I stopped expressing my feelings,
Through art;
And began to express them,
Through self-destruction instead.
People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.
Let people feel the weight of who you are and let them deal with it.
aseaofquotes:

Martin Amis, The Pregnant Widow

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Martin Amis, The Pregnant Widow

July 2014

Everything’s going to be ok. Know how I know?

Because when you stopped loving me, I started creating again.

unrealistic answers to unrealistic questions

I would start the day by hanging up my hammock in the park listening to St. Vincent, drinking V8, and sketching. Then, I’d grab my friend Danny, create a cape (ideally showcasing rhinestones, studs, and googly eyes), and embark on a caped, self-guided doughnut tour of Chicago via bike. We’d have subsequent mini capes prepared, with which to adorn the doughnuts before putting them in our gullets. It would most likely coincide with a dual tour of Chicago’s murals and visual art. We would listen to Dirty Projectors. I’d end the day by coming home to make an experimental grilled sandwich that could include anything, but at the moment I’d like it to include horseradish, capers, sprouts, avocado, banana peppers, and approximately 4 kinds of cheese… And then I’d give my cats all the pets.  

chanted:

I hate it when you are having a bad day and everyone takes it personally, like no i hate myself, not you. get the fuck over yourself.

aseaofquotes:

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

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Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

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Nick Hornby, About a Boy

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Nick Hornby, About a Boy

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Susane Colasanti, When It Happens

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Susane Colasanti, When It Happens