Stupid Question:
“Still single?”
Yeah, that’s what you do when you see a bleeding axe wound in the middle of someone’s (your) chest, so gaping and raw that you can occasionally see the overworked muscles of their barely-surviving heart moving with the last bit of energy their struggling body can muster. You grab a handful of emotional sea salt and you rub that shit in until your hands give out from exhaustion.
I want to hurt,
I want to betray,
It’s not like me to make your heart break,
This was hard it was fun we should do it again,
Give ourselves some time ten years for the day.
And the things we never had,
And the things we wish would come back,
Because we need this oh so bad,
Because we need this oh so bad.
And we tremble in the night,
For the things we’re wishing were right,
Because we need this oh so bad,
Because I need you oh so bad.
Summer Reading List
What I Read Last Week:
The Hours by Michael Cunningham, They Shoot Canoes Don’t They by Patrick McManus, The Fifth Column and Other Short Stories by Hemingway
What I Intend to Read this Week:
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera and The Stranger by Albert Camus
What I’ve Read this Summer:
Outer Dark by Cormac McCarthy, Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut, What is the What by Dave Eggers, Suddenly, A Knock at the Door by Etgar Keret, Fast Food Nation: The Dark Side of the All-American Meal by Eric Schlosser
I’ll always think of you as a kind of child who knew this was never gonna last
(Source: dollpartsx, via bloopin)
Let it go, let it go, all the way down
Til there’s nowhere left to fall
It’s a shame all the ways we build ourselves up
Just to let each other down
And I hate these things but I always attend,
a little sip of something to take off the edge.
And I make my way through the ghosts in the room,
trying to crack a smile.
And who you supposed to be?
You look like heaven tonight
And me I’m a tomb, a corpse in a suit,
trying to look a little alive.
Are you alright? I worry sometimes