November 2008
5 posts
“Poetry used to be a private thing, much like masturbation. You did it, sure, but...”
– Irving Layton (via whokilled)
meganmcisaac:
amy millan (of bss & stars)...
new york, new york
I know I’ve moved, but I want to help this guy out so bad. I wish I was back in New York and actually living there so I could let him crash for as long as he needed and stuff. But I’m not. He’s not asking for money, just a place to stay or a meal or something but money. Is he chasing a dream? I don’t really know. I think he is, I internet-stalked his blogs and read how...
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October 2008
479 posts
to be plain:
This tumblr is dead. I have moved to another name. Feel free to contact me, via e-mail, should you wonder where I have gone.
You can unfollow this one, if you would like to. I will miss this name and this tumblr.
ocallaghan:
Hey, I know that this is really selfish, but can everyone just send me a few of their well wishes and prayers? I’ll do the same for you, and I’m applying to this school soon. I really, really need some good vibes on my side. If not, that’s cool too, but, if you can, keep me in mind when you’re thinking good thoughts. I’ll pay you back asap.
I love this. Yes, I’m going to keep...
Maritime—Tearing up the oxygen
If you drink...
“A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the...”
– Albert Einstein (via kari-shma)
“The problem for us is not whether our desires are satisfied or not. The problem...”
– Slavoj Zizek (via neverneverland)
“In my opinion we don’t devote nearly enough scientific research to finding a...”
– Calvin and Hobbes (via affremblequotes)
“It’s not about the vehicle or the vessel, but the ideals they contain.”
– (via th_inbetween at livejournal)
Damien Rice—Cannonball
There’s still a...
touch has a memory of its own:
I remember him and his eyes. I remember his laugh. If I close my eyes long enough and think about him, I will be able to remember how it was to hold his hands, how his chest expanded and how it felt to hold him close enough. It can be almost as if he was there with me again.
Once, with no words, he pushed me against the lockers and his breath alarmingly warm on my skin. But I couldn’t look...
dreamed
fiftywords:
He dreamed foolishly of something he could never have. They were together again, talking into the night, arguing about silly things, looking at stars through his moon roof. When he awoke he was sleep-stained with impossible ideas, with the potential of something that couldn’t be, but it wasn’t his fault.
I love tumblr, but after looking at a lot of the things I have written, with credits removed from those reblogs, it just makes me feel protective about what I write more. It’s driving me crazy, the lack of crediting. Sometimes I post captions in photos, and even then my name gets removed from the caption. Is this something a lot of people like to do? The feeling is akin to having your...
“It’s like looking into the sun without going blind. I’m consumed.”
– Kissed (via luminol)
anastasivictoria:
Dave Matthews - Some Devil