Kill your darlings.the problem with changing is that you don't really change just a thingMore Like This
you don't really change just your wardrobe or your hair
you change your mind.
and it's not a conscious decision but it is a conscious reminder that
you're not the same little kid
who believed in hate at first sight
and who thought life had just begun (and ended)
you're b(i)(e)tter now, you're a grown up
so fucking act like one!
oh, you're scared. that's okay, have some (balls!) sex
see, now you're allowed to do it, doesn't it make it easier?
and when you realize that, and you notice the changes
you start wondering which one of the voices in your head was right
maybe you were a fake all along
maybe you are a fake now.
there's no doubt you love(d) him, none at all, I'm just saying
he likes Mumford and Sons
and you like Mumford and Sons
but you didn't spend a day under the sun to see Mumford and Sons, did you? (well neither did he)
he wants sweaters and shiny teeth
and you want to dress goth,
maybe glam som
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Ashes fall, spiraling slowly downward like hordes of minuscule angels drifting in clear liquid.
A soft breeze disturbs small mounds of white on the ground, sending portions around debris, blowing small white flecks from alleyways and onto a wide, smooth path―a path which cuts like a rigid river through jagged banks of shattered wood, metal, and stone.
Throughout a long section of the pathway, people mill—aimlessly, it appears, their bare feet padding without destination over dark pavement. Pale sunlight arrows through endless gray clouds, flashing and gleaming over the contours of the parade float seated in the wanderers’ midst.
Quiet reigns, the only discernible sound being the occasional clink of a piece of rubble sent tumbling over the paved street from a careless foot. The stillness of the realm seems to extend end
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The enveloping nothingness lasted but for a moment―the duration of the time it would take to make the transition between realms, I estimated―and I found myself standing in a flood of wintry light, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the sudden illumination. Used to the abrupt changes, by now, my eyes focused almost immediately, and I swept them over my new―and yet old―surroundings.
Greeting me were sights much the same as I had observed before: ravaged, crumbling structures; debris strewn haphazardly in the streets, on the rubble, over bowed streetlamps, everywhere; a steady fall of intermittent ashes that strangely never quite seemed able to coat anything . . . they were the same, and yet my senses perceived a difference so slight that I couldn’t place it at all—a difference I figured to be either in the surroundings, themselves, or in me
Christmas Greetings from the ZonesTo all my special fuckin' snowflakes out there.More Like This
This is the Fabulous Four, and we're here to wish you the merriest goddamn Christmas yet. We hope you all are havin' a great time—and if you're not, well, we've got you covered, snowplows.
'Cause. Guess what we squeezed into our sojourn to the great white city?
No, you fucks, no dicks. I mean, I was disappointed, too, but—ow—Jesus Christ, Toro, I'm making the goddamn transmish—fiine, you goddamn Killjoy—*faint giggle*
Anyway. Aaaah-huh, a goddamn shopping spree. . . . Well, okay, maybe more like a borrowing spree, but—you know what they say about bein' in for a penny.
So. We've been cookin' up a goddamn storm over here—and decorating, and wrapping, and fuckin' everything holiday-related
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I have never found a companion who was so companionable as solitude.
Henry David Thoreau
By :icontechgnotic: techgnotic
I I always thought of Thoreau’s comment as simply a word game — clever but ultimately false at its core. A Valentines Day without a Valentine means being alone and alone means being unhappy. It’s taken many years to finally understand the truth in Thoreau’s words. We are never so alone as when in the company of loving family and friends, our Valentine companion held tight in our arms – but knowing we are lost, unfulfilled in our dreams and visions, and untrusting in our own inner counsel. Now I hope to one day seek companions