December 2010
44 posts
she's climbin in your windows....
Just to let you know.
I figure if I clear this up for you I can clear this up for myself.
I am not hopeless or depressed nor do I feel worthless or mindless or empty or any other adjective you can find to describe a teenage girl without her soaps.
A new year is another 365 days that I am here to live my life and enjoy it to the best of my ability under given circumstances.
I write to let things out, tangling poems...
Another day, another year.
Let’s let another ball drop to ring in another decade of self-loathing self-destruction.
Let’s let it roll down what hills are left before its path is terra-formed and unionized.
Let’s follow in it’s footsteps to another disappointing mess, and reminisce upon its foot size, but not the wearer. Why should the wearer matter anyway, if we’re all locked on the same...
http://thec00lniverse.tumblr.com/ask →
what are you talking about it’s not a link?
euphoriaoftherestless asked: soooooo... stephen elliott, i hear were gonna have some philosophical conversations tomorrow... i feel the need to let you know joseph is very much exited about it
thislionheart asked: http://new.music.yahoo.com/elton-john/news/piano-man-to-diaper-man-elton-john-becomes-a-dad--61987666
Elton John is gay?!?!
I enjoy the fact that upon reading this, I felt the immediate need to share this with you.
Elton John is gay?!?!
I enjoy the fact that upon reading this, I felt the immediate need to share this with you.
Lying in grass blades and puddles of dew, yearning for the stars
hiding in the crevice between the palm and the fingers, the sweat beads,
luminescent like the springs in deep-sea’d eyes
reflecting the sunlight, singing the wounds shut, melting the ice,
trickle down the brow like the slippery slope we glide upon
the waxy surface raised and razed with ashes of the fallen and the blood...
whydoestimemovesofreakinfast
Ever get that feeling where the butterflies in your stomach die off in droves? Like your legs are moving slower than your mind, but your mind is caught in your own toxic sludge of negativity?
I just wanna swallow my pride and put these feelings to rest, right next to where I left my heart. Put it in a nice fluffy bed and cover it with a few blankets knit by mommy dearest.
...
I'll see you on the darkside of the moon.
Let me rest my head on your scarred shoulders.
We can laugh this off like we’re only mortals, wipe it off the dashboard and leave it under rash judgement and what stains your chords on fast forward.
Let me dry your tears with broken fingers, so we can see the finer things in life. The leaves dancing beneath our feet as the wind kicks up the ashes we burned from our last light.
We can...
lust-vs-love asked: Fuck, Steve. I was about to write on your wall congratulating you for deleting your Facecook. Then I realized the issue in that.
FINALLY.
off of facebook. Life is free and simple again.
fuck if I care.
Choke on your sincerity you ungrateful bitch. I’m sick of this unappreciative bullshit.
so about that luck of the Irish...
When’s it gonna kick in for me?
why do I bother?
thislionheart asked: you stopped texting bitch. good, BE BORED.
Reblog if you're insanely bored right now and you...
please save me from clawing my eyes out.
I miss you.
and you don’t give a damn.
kwanza AND boxing day, all in one~*
plus a few feet of snow. best. day. EVER.
I love when my medicine doesn't work
and I’m wired playing fifa until 3 in the morning. fuck you noretriptyline. nobody loves you that’s why they stopped using you in the 80’s, just like pete sampress!
well.
isn’t it funny what horrible hypocrites we are? we beg for reciprocation but don’t blink twice to those clasping at our feet? isn’t it sad how we all turn into what we hate? our lives are run by our fears? and how we try to rationalize everything as if we have answers to some order of fate that dictates the world? sometimes i wonder what the worth is even keeping my feet on the...
Listen
its christmass timeeee
and pantera makes for the BEST christmas music, ever.
seriously.
Russian Birch
I felt this was seasonal…lol Is it agony that has bleached them to such beauty? Their stand
is at the edge of our property—white spires like fingers, through which
the deer emerge with all the tentative grace of memory. Your father
loved these trees. When you try to imagine his childhood, it is all old
footage, in a similar scheme: black and white. But he died, and all you know
is...
Hi how'd you like to take this for a ride? ;]
I’m indifferent towards this whole christmas thing. My head feels like it’s about to cave in and implode and leave my body lifeless and limp. But that’s okay, I’m trying to enjoy this as much as I can. It’s nice to know the people who care about you really do, and I am longing to reciprocate and make up for the lost time I’ve thrown into the wind.
Thank you...
Help
There’s someone in my head.
But it’s not me.
incredulously religious
I can’t seem to find the words to explain this degradation of my core.
I can’t seem to describe or find the time to let things fall into place.
I’m too fast paced to even step a foot out of my front door without tripping into your lap again, falling victim once again to this ridiculous cycle.
You’ll never understand, you were born blind to what lays before you.
...
“she fucked all of this shit up
in this bitch
in this bitch, shit was fucked up”
– Stephen Elliott on Mulan (via ohwonwon)
solesofmischief asked: so that picture of your fists show you're neither left handed/righthanded.
CONSIDERING
that it’s national haiku day, I figured it’d be best to commemorate such a wonderful past time by writing my own.
Pussy ass fakers get
Smacked down staircases into
Dark oblivions.
-Sincerely Stephen Fucking Elliott
welp.
another night I’ve spent questioning my existence. everybody wonders why are we here, what’s our purpose. but did anyone ever begin to wonder how much longer we’ll stick around before something else topples over us? sometimes I wonder if our purpose resides solely in our plight, like we’re condemned to an eventual suffering. not like I’m not there yet or anything, but...
I can't recall a day
that found myself laughing at sunsets, or counting the stars, or piecing together memories like puzzles on my kitchen floor. Or stitching together my sanity with drawstrings and popped balloons. Or searching through the underbrush for the roots of myself. Or setting my stones like the Legos in my bedroom. Or smiling with the breeze.
CANYOUHANDLEDEEZ?!
SO.
I’ve just found myself in the slipstream of the indie space-time continuum and the magic unicorns of tumblr have pissed pixie dust on my forehead. so. Hi everyone, I’m a wreck.
