December 2010
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David Hockney →
Photographer and artist (that’s like saying a square and a parallelogram)
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I'm trying to draw, but I can't stop thinking.
I’ve been told by a close friend that they didn’t believe me a while back when I told them that I was depressed. By all means, I find this understandable. While I’m crying, I still find something to joke about or try do my best to do so, or advert the subject or get to a stable point to move on from. If it’s through impersonal communications (texting, IM, other Internet...
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People don’t just go around making things out of pine cones. It isn’t cute. It...
– Tiffany Sedaris, in the most serious tone you’ve ever heard.
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Two days. Roughly 48 hours.
Less, when subtracting the hours I spend sleeping.
That’s the longest period of time I can remember not having a plague of unwanted suicidal thoughts for something around six months. 16 and 17 December.
It was 11:30PM; I thought today would mark the second two day period which would lead to a more likely third and fourth (for various reasons). Resetting the ticker.
I hate this. I hate...
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I haven't drawn in days and this distraction has...
I started, but it festered, and the creation died prematurely.
I wanted paint and something wild and abstract anyway, I will make do or go without.
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the first
glance
the
glimpse
is always
sha
tter
ing
I can no longer
go
with
or with
out
NOTHING WAS EVER ACCOMPLISHED WITH TEARS.
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mandaflewaway:
CLICK TO MAKE SOME MUSIC
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I have some new weird urges to say things like “weanie”, “broski”, and there was definitely another dumb one but I can’t remember right now…
On another note, I think free writing (also known as steam-of-conscious writing) seems pretty cool and I may dabble in that some. It would be more complementary of the way I think most of my thoughts so why not?
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Coax.
Laying in my bed-
listening to the rain fall hard.
Better than dreaming.
—urbanhaiku
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So (An Update)
Disney was really nice. My last post ended abruptly and profanely because the ride was becoming ride-y again before I had anticipated. We are all now riding the monorail for funzies and watching the fireworks.
Two very unrelated things: 1) There is a girl and I told her about herself rather eloquently because she was saying shit about me and we do not know each other and her only response was...
Live blogging from Splash Mountain ‘cause I can. Currently with Leslie, Mat, Jessi, and JP. I like how I’m waiting for the ride while being on it. Lalalala, just making this post because- fuck
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freewrite (untitled #104)
second-handlove:
you dig my brand of crazy because yours is just as twisted. exploited by it’s own disparity. tainted by it’s own necessity to be fucked. whichever way that may be.
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I like when
People tell someone they should model when they’re too short
People tell someone to model because they dress nicely even though models don’t pick what they’re wearing
People say they look like whales when they don’t
People say everyone is beautiful
People take awful pictures and call it “photography”
People talk about having expensive things
People make a...
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So something definitely just blew up, a robot war...
Just happened again. Waiting in silence like Anne Franks’s family hiding from Nazi police.
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[What I would say if I had the energy/willpower/whatever/felt like wasting more time/life/whatever]
I’m just going to start taking depression medication and hope it doesn’t destroy my internal organs while paired up with the other stuff I take.
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Said the talking anonymous grey talking head!
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This feeling is insufferable. I feel slightly dissatisfied even when I’m pleased. I don’t know how to make it stop.