January 2012
I’d hate to be
What I’m not
But I’ll always be
What I am
nietzscheindrainpipes:
This feeling of rejection resounds, and I am left feeling nothing beside it—just what I have always felt; the feeling that I am not good enough. And what I can take from this is that I never will be. I am only a simple, unextraordinary person reaching past his allowance.
Stand
There are going to be ugly things. Hard things. Stupid things. And smart things that make you feel stupid for not doing them. That make you wonder about the things you are doing. Are they worth it? Are they realistic? Will they work? Will I regret them?
There are going to be people who don’t care, people who care about things they shouldn’t care about, and people who only care about...
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My Way
I may run and trip and fall Through life’s dark and narrow hall, But I’ll get back up and smile To run the rest of life’s short mile.
I’ll explore life’s countless stages Life’s book with many pages Too precious too be wasted Too much that must be tasted.
I’ll write my own life story Sure it might be corny But I guess that you could say That I like...
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Summer
Honey, now skip along Ice cream, cookies and cream Drip a melting song, Smear across summer dreams Sunscreen and sunglasses on. It runs in a sticky sweet stream; Melt, lick, taste, gone.
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Leather Boots
Drainpipes stretch And snap back. Click. Walk. With point toed Black leather boots. Smoke, jaded An orange glow And gray smoke, Not caring, From in between Pale, parted lips. Exquisitely unimpressed, Lean back, bored With the acceptance Of one who listens to Too much Cold War Kids. How depressing. The only warmth
In the comfort of pockets. The only one, Yet a whole street of them ...
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Well guys, I guess I'm Mongolian
When I was in Chinese school back in the day, we were learning about Mongolia and its people. The teacher was going on to describe what Mongolians generally looked like when I piped up that my dad was half Mongolian.
The teacher excitedly dragged me by the arm up to the front of the classroom and pointed out the features of my face.
“See, class? This is what a Mongolian looks like. Small...
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Eggs
It hadn’t been much of a good year for her. Her dog had died, her dad had suffered two strokes in a row, and she had to go shopping for new jeans without even growing taller. Just two sizes bigger.
So when it was approaching the new year, you’d probably think she was glad that 2011 was finally over. A new year meant a new start. But no, she knew that she wouldn’t feel any...
My little brother has trouble pronouncing "Bible".
He says bibble.
December 2011
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Why so...
He read their faces before they got the joke so serious wasting time to get time and once they got it arthritic fingers scrambling to grab the mandatory fun it was too late they were all dead it was through their fingers now decayed.
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Two Faces
I met my husband when he was a college freshman at San Joaquin Delta College, the community college a block away from where I lived with my parents and older brother. I was a high school senior at the time; homely, awkward; a dreamer, but always a follower.
I used to look out of my window in the early mornings before school. Sometimes I’d catch him running in his black shorts, blond hair flying,...
Anonymous asked: Don't you miss your boyfriend?
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Funny
It’s hilarious when you see people writing “this person is so beautiful” under reblogged pictures of people looking sad and talking about cutting and then they turn around and look at an actor or actress and say “wow, he’s/she’s so ugly, I would never watch this movie”. Oh, and you know what’s funnier? When you see people posting things like...
Hindsight.
nietzscheindrainpipes:
Walking a hill you’ve rolled down Makes you see it differently. To see where you tripped, And the tumble started. The rock where you hit your head— The blade of grass that turned red. It makes you clutch at the clump Of your hair that’s grown sticky And glance down at your green-stained jeans. It’s an exercise in headstrength to think “I won’t do that again.” You know you...
David Bowie- Oh! You Pretty Things
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Things tend to be confusing until feelings go...
A Fortress of Books, Music, and Art
I find that the more I read, the more I think, and the more I think, the more horrible I feel until my head aches and I just feel nauseous.
I find that the more I paint, the less I want to talk to people, and the more easily annoyed I am by them.
I find that the more I listen to music, the louder everything else gets, and the more I want to escape this world and the more detached I am from...
I'd be a much more honest person if I didn't care...
So apparently Korean chopstick etiquette deems it...
gaikokujin:
My question is— How the HELL am I supposed to eat rice?
Wow, I’ve never heard of that. Oh Ramon, you and your forks.
November 2011
Time Travel Has Got Me To The Clouds
If you haven’t heard my groans and complaints from where you are, I’ll complain to you from here. I am sick, sick, and sick with a stuffed nose, stuffed ears, and if it were possible, stuffed eyes as well. Which sucks because I seem to have every stuffed thing but a stuffed turkey, which would be totally appreciated.
Unfortunately, I don’t have much of a Thanksgiving attitude...
I think part of the reason why I’m so happy and so easily happy is because I don’t expect much and I don’t care about much.
But of course, I’ll not look at that reason and just focus on the fact that I have everything I need and more.
The Cigarette
I used to know a man whose lips always held a cigarette. It would just dangle from his lips out of habit; part of the cig inside, between a pair of crooked, yellow lips and behind two sets of crooked, yellow teeth, and most of the cig outside, carelessly hanging there, swaying around with each grunt and grumble. When I was little, I used to always watch that part of the cigarette. Its swing was...
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Bitten Names
We bite the end of our names, and hold it in between our teeth, if others wish to learn it, they must wrest it from our grips, but they’ll see if they like it, only after they obtain it.
And we’ll only obtain it from them, after we remove our skins, and peel away our protections, and risk what might not be, worth risking for.
And we’ll only obtain it from them, after we take chances,...
My Sound
There is a sound in my heart
That I would sing but what for
I guess you can call it music
But it’s a hum
A clash
A pulsing
It got no steady rhythm.
You wouldn’t listen to it in your car
Or in your room.
You wouldn’t enjoy it
And you cannot dance to it.
Oh, but I!
I breath by it
I catch it with my bones
And I hold it along the bend of my neck
The curves of my...
I love fat grandmas.
Michael Buble- You Don’t Know Me
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Anonymous asked: I would like it if my boyfriend begged me to come back after I dumped him.
Now Faith: When a girl leaves, you don't let her... →
You run after her and pour your heart out on the pavement. You have to tell her all the reasons you love her, and you gotta mean every word of it. You better kiss her like you’ve never kissed her before and hold her in your arms like you’re protecting the world, because she is your world….
Uh no. That makes things more complicated. It was her choice to walk away, now respect her...
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Help!
You complain about how no one helps you. Yeah, okay, keep saying that. People try to help you, but no one is going to help you unless you want to be helped and if you reach for the hands they stretch out to you. Thank God there are those people who don’t stop trying. Those few good people in the world. But to those other guys, it looks like you enjoy drowning. Yeah, it’s tough and ugly...
