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Taken with instagram
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Stumbled across this modern gem while walking through a pretty old neighborhood in downtown Toronto. (Taken with Instagram at Chinatown , Toronto)
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I think I have to come to terms with the fact…
that I want you inside me. It’s really too bad that I have to try and avoid you now. I don’t want to fall into temptation. The Bible says I should flee, my pastor says to tell the devil to get thee behind me, my mother just looks at me with these silent eyes, wondering if I’ve already done it, wondering if I’d tell her.
I wouldn’t.
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and now I’m even sadder.
I wish I could cry. I’m a dried-out husk of corn that’s found its way to the ocean.
I’m drowning in emotions I have no words for.
You know how I feel? Like those animal skulls you see in the desert, picked clean by scavengers and bleached through by the sun.
I was alive, once.
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I’m really sad right now.
It’s 1:30 am, I’m laying in the dark listening to Arctic Monkeys and feeling miserable. Today has been a particularly soul-crushing day.
I seem to be able to fall asleep anywhere but in my bed.
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Also,
My right boob is really itchy and I’m sitting in the campus library.
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I hate group projects
And I’m sick of people wasting my time. If I receive a message from you at 10:30 pm saying we should meet at 4 tomorrow afternoon, I get here at 3:45. Not 4:10, not 4:30, not fucking 5 o’clock.
Get your shit together.
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Per the Eliot Glazer ref, what does “the polarizing indie hipstress brought her ‘gangsta Nancy Sinatra’ swagu” mean? Is ‘swagu’ a recognized word? Should we clarify it so that the reader can make sense of it?
–CAN SOMEONE GET KANYE ON THE LINE HERE? (via maura)
lol Swagu. She’s on that swag sauce, she’s dripping swagu.
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Taken with instagram
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Taken with instagram
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Taken with instagram
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Taken with instagram
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Taken with instagram
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bdgarp: Injured Faith →
Living is an art.
Few have mastered it
But all can play—-
Soft and giving up, my skin
Bronze like a stained Van Gogh,
My eyes
See colors, alive.
In black and white,
The timeless ghosts
Can’t get much closer,
This death breathes
In verse
And disappears
In…
