January 2011
I wish I was Daria
So we took our newly carved hearts,
mine of ice and yours of stone
we both never liked the idea of being alone
I still carry your stoned heart although the weight slows me down
And you still have mine I assume unless you held it too tight or too close to you
Listen
The house I want to live in is very far from the city. I want vast hills and deep dark soil that I can get my hands dirty with. I want a tall crimson barn with horses and cattle to feed every morning at seven. I want a hen house with chickens that are well fed and produce perfect brown eggs. I want bees that make sweet golden honey and dark berries to make jams with. I want a white picket fence...
All I really want to do right now is go someplace warm, have a cigarette, and talk until the sun comes up
don’t feel bad for me, i want you to know
is currently taking a stab at my next “art piece”
art class= all my hate
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I’m not sure why but it really annoys me one someone uses nicknames, or like calls someone by their last name.
in case you were wondering
when will I wake up and not be utterly terrified
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong
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i don’t plan on anyone looking at this
but just in case someone is, nice to meet you