April 2009
15 posts
The only reason I know I want to live is because I’m posting that I don’t.
“The function of art is to disturb. Science reassures.”
– George Braque (1882 - 1963)
I can't swim in the silence of you skin; please...
neverxworld:
I was going through my old, unfinished stories this afternoon & re-reading everything that I’d abandoned; analyzing the story lines. Were they bad, or did I just give up for no reason? The latter is more likely. Why did I never continue any of them? The farthest I had gotten was 15 pages in. Then the words just cut off. The truth is, I never had enough discipline to finish...
A Tree Grows In Brooklyn.
neverxworld:
Stumbling around on the internet, I came across an article written by an anonymous book lover. He records an anecdote about how, while on the train one day, he caught a young girl reading over his shoulder. She then proceeded to tell him about how she was an English Lit Major, and read constantly. But she was never able to find anything that she loved as much as what she read when she...
The Opposite Of Music.
neverxworld:
Fuck that book. Fuck it and everything written between it’s covers. It’s is absolute and utter shit. Of course it isn’t, and I’m just bitter. But let me have those few moments of resentment towards some bits of paper please.
Real life doesn’t work that way. I’m sorry to inform you Mister Author Man, but parents with manic depressive disorder do not get better from Electroshock...
neverxworld:
ofelia:
I’ve been in such a rut for what I feel has been all my life now. I don’t really understand who I want to be anymore. As I’m getting better, my identity is ironically so much more confusing, my identity including who I am now and who I want to be in the future. I don’t know your dreams. I feel selfish, because I either don’t remember them, or I haven’t even asked. Maybe...
wastingwords:
Manage me, I'm a mess. Turn a page, I'm a book half unread. I want to be laughed at, Laughed with, Just because. I want to feel weightless, And that should be enough. But I'm stuck in this fucking rut, Waiting on a second hand pick-me-up, And I'm over getting older. If I could just find the time, Then I would never let another day go by. I'm over getting old. And maybe its not my...
But on good days, I’d rather be her:
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Despite your lack of blowing over, I'm always...
neverxworld:
“I’m going to the doctor in about an hour. I packed a bag, and I’ll call you if they admit me.” How many times have I heard those god forsaken words? 30? 40? Hundreds?! I feel awful for feeling this way about you. Resenting you so much. But how can a child respect a mother who is never there? Who has abandoned her hundreds of times? She cannot; it is not possible. There is so much...
I want a story like theirs.
En haut de la rue...