Tuesday, August 20, 2013

who taught you
that the
value of a woman
is the ratio
of her waist
to her hips
and the circumference
of her buttocks
and the volume
of her lips?
Your math
is
dangerously wrong
her value
is
nothing less
than
infinite.
— 'Greater than' by Della Hicks-Wilson

Friday, August 2, 2013

And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds; are immune to your consultations, they're quite aware of what they're going through

Friday, May 10, 2013

we can stay forever young
singing radiohead at the top top of our lungs...
got a bottle of whatever but it's getting us drunk

Monday, February 25, 2013

Sunday, February 17, 2013

remember, the day
when we drove just to get away
the sun was coming down
and breaking through the clouds
it was as perfect as it could get
it was as perfect as it could get
and one day,
i'll see you again

you know i'm not one to break promises
i dont wanna hurt you but i need to breathe
at the end of it all,
you're still my best friend
but there's something inside that i need to release
which way is right? which way is wrong?
how do i say that i need to move on?
you know we're heading seperate ways
and it feels like i am just too close to love you
there's nothing i can really say
i can't lie no more
i can't hide no more
gotta be true to myself

you, you know just what you're doin
the way your mouth moves when you speak
you, you've got something about ya
oh, the things it does to me
you got me like woah


this could not get any weirder
girls talking can't hear it
policemen just walked in
i'm hiding under the bed, but oh
wait, who's that guy?
never mind he's dancing on the table
probably shouldn't stare from this angle
and to that couple in the corner,
someone probably should go over to her
she's spilled something down her dress
she is a sloppy hot mess
stumbling around in the moonlight
our night starts about midnight
poor girl leaned on my shoulder
fell down, she's seeing double
using our phones as flashlights
i was staring, looking for it all night
no i don't wanna go upstairs
hey, my eyes are way up here
When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love?.... People act like it’s the most important thing humans do, but come on..... they’re not that important. You know what’s important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don’t even know why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you pick?!"

Will Grayson, Will Grayson

Did I say that she was beautiful? I was wrong. Beauty is too tame a notion; it evokes only faces in magazines. A lovely eloquence, a calming symmetry; none of that describes this woman’s face. So perhaps I should assume I cannot do it justice with words. Suffice it to say that it would break your heart to see her; and it would mend what was broken in the same moment; and you would be twice what you’d been before.
— Clive Barker, Galilee.
You’ve felt it, haven’t you? Those feelings that seem to get so big in your chest, like something is so beautiful it aches?
Heather Anastasiu, Glitch
one of the worst moments in life is probably when you’re in a room full of people and you look around and see them all talking and laughing and all of sudden you feel so sad and lonely that you can even feel a physical pain in your chest because you realize that they all belong to someone and they all have someone who belongs to them and you don’t, you’re just kind of there
i'm going out tonight, to find a boy to whisk me away
heal my pain
i've never felt so empty
lyin with someone who didn't care
and you're not here
i want you to come back here
hold me in your arms
steal me with your southern charm

you know what’s dumb
the concept of treating adolescents like children throughout the entirety of their teenage years and then at around age 17 pulling a complete 180 and expecting them to decide within the next couple years what they want to do with the rest of their lives
The prettiest in crowd that you had ever seen
Ribbons in our hair and our eyes gleamed mean
A freshman generation of degenerate beauty queens
And you know something?
They were the only friends I ever had
I was the one you always dreamed of 
You were the one I tried to draw 
How dare you say it's nothing to me
Baby, you're the only light I ever saw 

I'll make the most of all the sadness 
You'll be a bitch because you can 
You try to hit me, just hurt me 
So you leave me feeling dirty 
'Cause you can't understand 

you could be the greatest, you could be the best