February 2012
42 posts
“Shut your eyes and see.”
– James Joyce, Ulysses (via shannonnfarmer)
“I am afraid of getting older … I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from...”
– Sylvia Plath written in 1949 at age 17 (via hateshiploveship)
some nights i’m afraid you’ll forget...
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one does not simply concentrate on writing a paper...
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the slime of all my yesterdays
rots in the hallow of my skull
and if my stomach would contract
because of some explicable phenomenon
such as pregnancy or constipation
i would not remember you
or that because of sleep
infrequent as a moon of greencheese
that because of food
nourishing as violet leaves
that because of these
and in a few fatal yards of grass
in a few spaces of sky...
sometimes i get sad when i think about what we could have been. most of the time i’m mad at you for not being the person i pegged you for. i blame you for getting it together when i was already running the other way. i hate you for being weak, and being broke, and being stupid, and being too arrogant to realize that all of the good things in life are right in front of you.
but the truth...
he's disappearing, fading steadily.
i like how i have to deal with all of this passive aggressive bullshit, while i get nothing but lies and half truths. if you spent half as much time worrying about yourself as you do worrying about me and who i’m hanging out with… you would be a lot better off.
i’m done.
January 2012
54 posts
