there was this one time i wrote,

"i wish i lived in a pod.

'traveling womb' they'd call me.

tall, proud,

home with me wherever i go

this is where i'll be,

someday."

i wish this so much that

sometimes, my knees pull to earth

and i'm a complete mess, you see

and it's hard as hell to stand

like a newborn without all the preciousness

but that's just gravity, right?

i always knew...

it can't always be this way

Don'tcha miss, hangin' out?

just bein' loose, loose, loose

excited to see your face, old friend

the unbearable lightness of being

ripped my tights and broke my back. can't walk. i want someone to brush my hair.

everything i say, sometimes, is bullshit and i understand what you mean when you talk about nothingness because i have a mind full of blanks, sometimes, and so i'll hide that with smiles or screams because no one should ever know the truth.

(this is my friend india's photo)

i heard the sweetest thing

yesterday, and then it was gone

and i wanted to hear more

like the essay you wrote about grandma

and how strangely she eats her

ice cream. i wish i knew you

everybody speaks so fondly of you

your poem made me want to dance inside my socks

i know so little, about you,

and it makes me sad

if you were here, maybe you could tell daddy

not to be so sad. and i wish the fire

had not swallowed everything left

because all we have is this copy

a copy of a letter, and some pictures

i think i looked at all of them

if not all, then certainly a lot

this christmas was nice. and

not nice like how i remember it was when i was

six or seven, but like talking to an old friend

so familiar

even though everything is so different

i'm happy, i think, complications and all

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Everybody in this place is dreaming

It's been that way forever

They're all gonna wake up soon

They'll all be hell for leather

Blow me home

Blow me home

Blow me home

Take me in hold me close

Blow me home

We're aware of perspective to not be rejected

Blow me home

Blow me home

Blow me home

Blow me home

Blow me home

Blow me home

Now quick to the cut are we waking

And seeing it all as the dream

The pillars that raised us is shaking

And Samson's wheel is the fiend

gotta make my own fun

oh, wow

sometimes things are lovely

I need your love to carry me, out of the darkness of the pit, you know I feel just like shit. Maybe girl, you could help me fight_____________________

The monster inside of me

And we could be happy

And we could be happy

And we could be happy

And we could be happy

meh

i like real things that i can touch and i can hold. i don't really give a crap about thoughts anymore. i just want real things that i can touch and i can hold. but of course that's not completely true.

out of my grave

dust off my name

get out a good pair of shoes

summertime, soak up the sunshine with you

lay in the park

smoke in the dark

get high like i used to do

summertime, soak up the sunshine with you

summertime, soak up the sunshine with you

feelin' the breeze

take it with ease

shake off the big city blues

summertime, soak up the sunshine with you

grow out my hair

go anywhere

sleepin' until afternoon

summertime, soak up the sunshine with you

summertime, soak up the sunshine with you

want.

(your house and then mine)

YOU LIVE ON THE MOON

YOU LIVE ON THE MOON

YOU LIVE ON THE MOON

ich will auf dem Mond leben

COLLEGE: no money to dry my clothes

won't you please get close to me ?

come on, come on, come on, come on and dance with me.

i've got a ghost mouth, with a ghost frown

and i'm too scared to get out and get it to heaven

i got to quit staying home, gotta get outta here

it just hasn't been home, since you haven't been here

i'm still here, still here

remember when everyone was sleeping

we snuck out and wrote our names on cold cement

i tried to find them the next day but they were gone

i saw two shooting stars and you saw none

but still, that was nice

buh bum. buh bum. buh bum.

why do so many things make me sad even when i'm really not. and why do i feel weird all the time, like i'm always falling apart.

we're all just freaks and geeks

sometimes life feels like that nitratey filler shit they put in big macs----------so blah

blahblah

what am i doing

WE ALL JUST WANT A FAMILY

[[daddy says i got two]]]

WHAT? WHY?

I'll see it with you over thanksgiving and we can dress up and pretend it's the premiere :)

There is much beauty here because there is much beauty everywhere.

how could we be capable of forgetting the old myths that stand at the threshold of all mankind, myths of dragons transforming themselves a the last moment into princesses? Perhaps all dragons in our lives are really princesses just waiting to see us just once being beautiful and courageous.

-Rainer Maria Rilke

It really hits her when the goodbyes happen

This life of loss, fights and funerals too

The new people we meet and the new babies

Just don't affect us the way those things do

She says maybe it's just that humans aren't equipped to feel improvements

But maybe it's just things happen fast and new old friends take time.

all this won't last forever.

day by day and i think this is the way it will go, but nothing even feels like reality right now, let alone eternity.

so is this my life?

am i crazy?

or does the world not know how to get any better

so, am i crazy, sad, or lazy?

or alone? cause my alarm goes off and i think it's contact

i miss the little things

HARD CANDY

GRINDS MY TEETH