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15 August 2009 @ 01:08 pm
06 August 2009 @ 11:08 pm
02 August 2009 @ 12:25 am
20 July 2009 @ 05:19 am
08 June 2009 @ 05:12 am
26 December 2008 @ 10:03 am
What became of Jim Oppenheim?
Lola Ridge alone in an
Icy furnished room? Orrick Johns,
Hopping into the surf on his
One leg? Elinor Wylie
Who leaped like Kierkegaard?
Sara Teasdale, where is she?
Timor mortis conturbat me.
Lola Ridge alone in an
Icy furnished room? Orrick Johns,
Hopping into the surf on his
One leg? Elinor Wylie
Who leaped like Kierkegaard?
Sara Teasdale, where is she?
Timor mortis conturbat me.
18 December 2008 @ 09:36 pm
There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing
'Cause the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing.
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing
'Cause the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing.
04 October 2008 @ 09:07 pm
There's a Christmas tree somewhere in London with a bunch of presents underneath it that'll never be opened. And I thought, if I survive all of this, I'd go to that house, apologize to the mother there, and accept whatever punishment she chose for me. Prison...death...didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death, you know, I wouldn't be in fuckin' Bruges. But then, like a flash, it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin' Bruges. And I really really hoped I wouldn't die. I really really hoped I wouldn't die.
28 September 2008 @ 03:48 am
16 September 2008 @ 10:40 pm
"Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart."
02 September 2008 @ 11:25 pm
C.C. Baxter: The mirror... it's broken.
Fran Kubelik: Yes, I know. I like it that way. Makes me look the way I feel.
Fran Kubelik: Yes, I know. I like it that way. Makes me look the way I feel.
25 August 2008 @ 06:27 am
Life isn't simple, it's complicated. We're all just thrown in here together, in a world full of chaos and confusion, a world full of questions and no answers, death always lingering around the corner, and we do our best. And whether you succeed or you fail, the most important thing is to have tried. And apparently no one will guide you in the right direction, in the end you have to learn for yourself. You have to grow up yourself.
20 August 2008 @ 05:34 pm
I closed my eyes and tried to accept my impending death as calmly as I could. I struggled to overcome my fear. At least I was able to leave a few things behind. That was the one small bit of good news. I tried to smile, without much success. "I AM afraid to die, though," I whispered to myself. These turned out to be my last words. They were not very impressive words, but it was too late to change them. The water was over my mouth now. Then it came to my nose. I stopped breathing. My lungs fought to suck in new air. But there was no more air. There was only lukewarm water.
I was dying. Like all the other people who live in this world.
I was dying. Like all the other people who live in this world.
02 January 2008 @ 12:07 am
autumn: Yeah. He seemed so...
chris: Lonely...
autumn: ...lonely but surrounded by people, surrounded by options.
chris: That's when you are the loneliest, isn't it?
autumn: Yeah, it sucks when you feel lonely in a crowded room.
chris: Lonely...
autumn: ...lonely but surrounded by people, surrounded by options.
chris: That's when you are the loneliest, isn't it?
autumn: Yeah, it sucks when you feel lonely in a crowded room.
16 July 2007 @ 05:13 am
"Nobody'd be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you'd be so much older or anything. It wouldn't be that, exactly. You'd just be different, that's all. You'd have an overcoat on this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line the last time had got scarlet fever and you'd have a new partner. Or you'd have a substitute taking the class, instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you'd heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. or you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you'd be different in some way--I can't explain what I mean."
08 May 2007 @ 05:36 pm
I WANT TO GO TO BOSTON.
15 November 2006 @ 07:17 pm
(never again)
well I love you so much,
but do me a favor baby don't reply.
because I can dish it out,
but I can't take it.
(never again)
one'll love you so much,
but do me a favor baby don't reply.
because I can dish it out,
but I can't take it.
(never again)
two'll love you so much,
but do me a favor baby don't reply.
because I can dish it out,
but I can't take it.
(never again)
three'll love you so much,
but do me a favor baby don't reply.
because I can dish it out,
but I can't take it.
(never again)
four'll love you so much,
but do me a favor baby don't reply.
because I can dish it out,
but I can't take it.
(never again)
five'll will love you so much,
but do me a favor baby don't reply,
because I can dish it out,
but I can't take it.
(never again)
six'll I love you so much,
but do me a favor baby don't reply.
because I can dish it out,
but I can't take it.
(never again)
seven loves you so much,
but do me a favor baby don't reply.
because I can dish it out,
but I can't take it.
(never again)
I said loved you so much,
but do me a favor baby don't reply.
because I can dish it out,
but I can't take it.
27 October 2006 @ 07:43 am
but I'll walk my own way
I'll go where you wont go
you wont put me through hell, no no.
cause now I see through you
believe what you need to
go haunt someone else
03 August 2006 @ 10:51 pm
what am i supposed to do
when everyone has given up on you?
from here on in you are
considered a memory.