you could break a bone, or a heart

in the waters tracing features, did they scare hardened creatures?

in that murky green reflection, did they warn you of dissection?

- turtle island, beach house

[witheredbones]

it seeped in,
(through the chimney?
the window left ajar?)
it sat at the table, unseen,
we had dinner at eight;
it sat between us
pronounced an expiration date.

i’m a far more flawed human being than you realize. my sickness is a lot worse than you think:
it has deeper roots. and that’s why i want you to go on ahead of me if you can. don’t wait for me.
sleep with other girls if you want to. don’t let thoughts of me hold you back...
i don’t want to interfere with your life. i don’t want to interfere with anybody’s life.
like i said before, i want you to come to see me every once in a while,
and always remember me. that’s all i want.

- Haruki Murakami, norwegian wood

lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.

i think i know what's on your mind, a couple words, a great divide.
waiting in the wings, a sparring spite, crawling out the foreground from behind.
even though you're the only one i see, it's the last catastrophe. place your bets on chance and apathy.

- slow life, grizzly bear.

[papertissue]

i've known desire
but never of a longing, so
pervasive. invasive.
a want, that lingers in shadows
desperately disparate from this life,
of an abyss; doorless. painless.
windowless. final.

everything is amazing and no one is happy.

i am starting to sense your location, in an old abandoned mansion in a countryside in england

spirits trapped inside the linens. you're feeling quite at home there,
also feeling somewhat lonely; no one sees you in your pixelated fishnets.

- location, freelance whales

[papertissue]

i sometimes dream
of disappearing.
i think, some nights
that i could only be happy,
as a particle, floating on air.
then, nobody could see me
in my shame of an ugly heart,
always misfit. some kind of dead.

a girl calls and asks, "does it hurt very much to die?"
well, sweetheart, i tell her, yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living. - chuck palahniuk, survivor.

there's cities upon cities of lonely people.

i'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved.

it's alright. it's alright. it's alright. it's alright. it's alright.
no one's got it all. no one's got it all. no one's got it all.

-hero, regina spektor

[tumblr]]

i'm bones and skin and feelings.
at 3 some mornings, i'm only feelings.
i hold my head and curl up in circles,
sometimes other shapes too -
a solid mass of feelings,
a liquid weight of bones and skin.
i sit on bathroom floors,
yours? mine?
not dead, un-alive.
i wish for rain and there's only sun
i wish for sun and there's only nights.

"sick of me. sick of me. sick of me. everyone gets sick of me eventually."

if i could turn around, i would tonight

love it isn't safe, you give it a knife and watch it maim

love it isn't free, you can buy it off

- give it a knife, paul michel

[weheartit+bones&style]

and together
we'll burn up
and out
like a dying galaxy
of infinite stars
forever never.

"what i want is to be needed. what i need is to be indispensable to somebody.
who i need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention.
Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction." - Chuck Palahniuk

when i'm on your mind, i'm on cloud nine

you'll have to run till it's over, i'm sure you'll be able to tell

- home, the great northern

[weheartit]


it's a full time job;
this misery.

whisper my name into the winds, to carry back to me.

we can plant a house, we can build a tree

I don't even care, we can have all three; she said

-breed, Nirvana

[weheartit]

the fallen leaves shake their heads
to the rhythm of the wind
they dream wild of far off places
of shimmering stars and curious faces
they dream of worlds light years away
where leaves don't fall and lovers stay.

birthday yesterdayyyy.
midterm/paper today ):
sweet life.

your fingers they fit perfect.

well for a lonely soul you're having such a nice time
for a lonely soul you're having such a nice time.

- Nothing in my way, Keane

[picture from Le Love]

miss how you'd make a mess
of broken thoughts between ruffled sheets
then stir them till they overflowed and rose
like smoke around tangled arms and feet
miss how you'd make a mess
and crowd out this loneliness.

- With Love

A letter, in despair.

You are. I know.
Am I?
I see.
There, the sky,
the stars,
the moon,
the grass.

I hear,
Hush,the wind,
the words,
the broken glass.

I breathe,
Steady,inhale,
exhale,air-
rotting,
stale.

And yet,
tonight I wonder...
You are.
Am I?