This is me, my witness is the empty sky

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Wed, 12 Sep 2012 01:49:09 -0400

"Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?"

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 14:27:29 -0400

“Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?”

- albert camus

dolphonbites: confy

Sat, 24 Dec 2011 11:00:15 -0500

dolphonbites:

confy

"Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad."

Sat, 24 Dec 2011 10:58:00 -0500

“Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.”

- The Perks of being a Wallflower

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Fri, 07 Oct 2011 22:03:05 -0400

"And then sometimes a day would come. a gray one (or a sunny one) when she missed him so fiercely she..."

Fri, 07 Oct 2011 22:01:37 -0400

“And then sometimes a day would come. a gray one (or a sunny one) when she missed him so fiercely she felt empty, not a woman at all anymore but just a dead tree filled with cold November blow. She felt like that now, felt like hollering his name and hollering him home. And her heart turned sick with the thought of the years ahead and she wondered what good love was if it came to this, to even ten seconds of feeling like this.”

Its me. Im here. and I love you.

Fri, 07 Oct 2011 21:55:28 -0400

Its me. Im here. and I love you.

"Its magic, Sometimes you just have to know how to reach up and pull beauty out of thin air.”..."

Fri, 07 Oct 2011 21:53:35 -0400

““Its magic, Sometimes you just have to know how to reach up and pull beauty out of thin air.” She pretended to reach up and grab a firefly, and then opened her palms slowly and watched it fly out. ” People want a little magic. Sex is its theater. There are sliding panels and trapped doors.””

- White Oleander

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Sun, 25 Sep 2011 11:45:19 -0400

"We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living and since that first..."

Sun, 25 Sep 2011 11:41:25 -0400

“We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath… We’ll need grace that we’ve never given
I’ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it’s not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t won’t, at least I don’t believe it will…
so I’ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember”

- Listener

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Sun, 25 Sep 2011 11:38:07 -0400

"I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder,..."

Sun, 25 Sep 2011 11:18:56 -0400

“I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.”

- Jack Kerouac

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Sun, 25 Sep 2011 11:16:07 -0400