December 2010
46 posts
my life. i let myself go.
we’re here to fck sht up
don't be so pessimist
every girl has a good personality. the ones who appear to be mindless with no self-respect have their own issues too, and there’s always a reason. the guy just has to be willing to bring it out of her; and vice versa.
reading this amazing novel
i sat in my corner at barnes & nobles today, where the journals are placed. i began to read it and couldn’t put it down. unfortunately the store was closing, so i placed it back on the shelf. i’m literally halfway finished with the whole novel; i’ll come back tomorrow and finish it.
i love the sound of ginger ale when it dives into a glass. as soon as it hits the base of the cup, it starts to sound like peroxide embracing a deep and vile wound.
if they come to find me
i will fall to pieces. if they come to find me. i’ll sneak out the window.
itadakimasu
clever
but if this is modern day shakespeare.. juliet could easily and enjoyably skype romeo. she could’ve also posed as paris by creating a fake account and posting up fallacies of himself; making her parents disapprove their plans of arranged marriage. because juliet was like what? fourteen, fifteen at the time? and this is just an example of what those damn kids do nowadays.
they should’ve added frida kahlo’s.
bueller? bueller? .. bueller?
i used to watch this movie religiously with a strange lady who lived with us when i wasn’t even in my double digits. but i have to say, aside from boys that made my heart stop and forget to breathe, like johnathan taylor thomas and devon sawa .. matthew broderick was one of the only men who made me feel completely enamored, i think it was just his character in this movie. a man i’d...
chee hee
and a one and a two and a skiddly diddly doo.
requiem
for a dream.
angelica. estrada. chavez.
heaven. road. keys. a daunting enlightenment. i wonder if our names are really our virtue.
don't forget us down here
the ones who are trying hard to forget who we really are.
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two simple words
it’s a hell of a lot to ask for, i know. not many of us are easy in taking upon this challenge. everyday we hurt. we suffer something physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. and sometimes we—-everyone from the cruelest, cold-hearted people, to the happiest and light-hearted people of this earth—-are unable to overcome it, or perhaps.. it’s destined we will never...
she's always buzzing just like neon
who knows how long she can go before she burns away.
i should've said it.
maybe i’ll tell him tomorrow.
just about.
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“Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew...”
– Kneller
one of my favorite books/movies. jack nicholson at his finest.
(:
a bruised birthmark. crooked fingers. missing dimple. surgery scars. small feet.
life, ok. death, let's do it.
“time.” i started to contemplate about that certain piece of “time” in the third panel in church today. father was speaking of the bishop’s unfortunate death. i started to think about what the entrance of death must feel like. all of the wandering souls that we can trace back since time began, have been stuck in “time,” before they can reach...
wuz ap
via bad-postcards
from the top
people have made it down the stairs in less than 3.5 seconds. they just never made it alive.
i am hard headed
i will admit to that. but i will also admit that i am not hard hearted. if you’re willing to say “sorry,” in a serious and sincere manner, i will drop all grudges in a heartbeat. otherwise, please feel free to continue feeling uncomfortable in my presence.
sometimes i don't understand
how women can gather around a cup of tea. i’d like to think i’m somewhat social. i’d like to hope i’m at least some kind of sophisticated. but sometimes i can’t stand you women. you women, those kind that drink over some tea. i think the tea drinking is some kind of scheme; a cover up in order for you to seem intricate while you speak of your unrefined relationships...
take time to smell the roses
because once you do, you’ll close your eyes and inhale the fragrance of beauty, and then you’ll wonder how it even got there. you’ll start to wonder this until your eyes open and suddenly notice it’s unique pigment of color, and the order of its maze of peddles. you use the tips of your thumb and index finger in a circular motion to feel its smoothness. life becomes a bit...
we're not alive though
we’re almost dead. we’re imagining life as we lay in a hospital bed waiting to come out of a comatose. our existence in our past life is hurt, and the only way to recover is to die in this life. i wonder what life is really like.. what it’s like when you’re out of a coma.
as young children
we read about the most fantastic lives of people; fairy tales. of course, we can’t be exposed to real heartache and pain… yet. it’s only for when our hearts grow up, when we start to realize that everything we read about in fairy tales is almost a lie. it’s very rare our own fairy tales are complete through our first “love,” sometimes it takes our second,...
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of my entire 20 years breathing. i loathe clever bitches.
duh
what’s money?
fear
fearfearfear.
molly and gene
forever.
when i stare at it long enough
i swear i see someone looking down and climbing off the edge.
cinematic brilliance
depression may lead to suicide.