"I don’t know what I want, ever.”
8:10 pm • 3 December 2013 • 90 notes
Causing me to watch my wrist.
Causing me to watch my wrist for my wristwatch.
(You know where this is going.)
Daylight savings enters.
Set the clock.
Don’t wind backwards,
That’s bad luck.
Just skinny, I guess.
2:05 am • 22 November 2013 • 1 note
NEW DEP000T F0R N0NSENSE
I’m finally putting various scribblings of mine into an online format. This includes, (but is not limited to) short plays, long plays, medium plays, short-medium plays, medium-short plays, poems, rants, poetic rants, funny words, acrostics, restaurant reviews, and suggestions for super heroes. Please show this to any celebrities or publishing houses you may know. That is all.
1:08 am • 22 November 2013
“I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others - the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. he would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping…”
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via seabois)
8:24 pm • 21 November 2013 • 236 notes
“It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must be a little in love with death!”
— Eugene O’Neill, Long Day’s Journey into Night (via awainwright)
1:09 am • 16 November 2013 • 9 notes