November 2010
reading saved my life
when i was young id stay up all night in a tent made of sheets and dreams id fight the heavy lids with a flashlight sword and a book for a shield words taste so much sweater in the stolen night when i was young id lay in my ship of a bed battling monsters and demons in my mind id lay in the middle so nothing could drag me overboard as the waves rocked and tossed me to sleep when i was young when i...
im trapped by these walls that someone would mistake as a home.
all i see is a cage.
fack i need a cigarette.
Oscar Wilde: ‘Do you mind if I smoke?’ Sarah Bernhardt: ‘I don’t care if you burn’”
a story of that drunk punk love... in the making
i felt as gray as the cement’. smoking my cigarette i couldnt bring myself to get off these steps and walk down the street to his house. How was i going to tell him? He was going to hate me, all our plans demolished. inhale exhale breathe exist. i couldnt do it. scratch that i had to do it. head pounding heart racing hands shaking. I could hear the usual neighbor hood sounds surround...
“You can’t go around hoping that most people have sterling moral...”
– fran lebowitz
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
my writing →
“if the computer breaks down will I have a soul?”
– francesca lia block 