February 2012
13 posts
When my internet is running this slow, I know it’s because David is probably
downloading gay porn
seeding gay porn, because he’s too fucking stupid to know to close the transfer after downloading.
This makes me want to run into his room in my pj’s screaming like a mad man, pick up his laptop, and snap it in half. He doesn’t deserve the internet.
Day One.
I’ll be honest, I’ve had this idea for a while. I came to the conclusion that I was senselessly getting angry with him, that I was being overly sensitive and childish, because I felt like I was entitled to it, due to so many other things that seemed to justify it. Sometimes, too much history builds up between people, there’s too much friction, too much abrasion. There’s...
I love it when masturbation is literally the only distraction I’ve got from Organic Chemistry. This is how boring everything is getting.
Your restlessness wakes me out of my shallow sleep. We fold, rearrange, settle into spooning. I like a solid surface against my back; you pull me in tight, and it’s like being locked in.
You trace my hourglass hips lightly, while I fake sleep.
I wonder what keeps you up, why you’re keeping me up.
I want to
1. Stay out of jail.
2. Keep enough money on me to bail any of my friends out of jail.
3. Make Dean’s List this semester.
4. Get into those neon orange shorts by summer. Not because I actually want to wear them, but I bought them three years ago and they still don’t fit.
5. Actually find a job I like and stick with it.
6. Get that damn Jeep.
7. Stop setting fire to my cash, ie....
So far I have:
napped
watched adventure time
made coffee
and I’m about to walk to chipotle to get a burrito.
Still telling myself I’ll get some work done tonight. Still full of shit.
I don’t believe in fate, freewill, God, or anything divine, spiritual, or miraculous. I’ll discuss why one day, and it’s a debate I love getting into and winning. That and time travel.
But I smoked a little too much last night and whatever Lindsay smokes makes me fucking exhausted. I practically crawled into my bed, curled up, and passed the fuck out. Around three in the...
Deerhunter- Revival
This song actually put a...
reddlmn:
I finally got five.
1. Take it. Risks have rewards.
2. Vivre comme le Français.
3. Make others accept reality. A little embarrassment goes a long way.
4. Wait for no one. You’re going too fast, anyway.
5. Think of Quality, never of Quantity.
By Fu-Zu Zen
“…could you come a little closer? slide that way you slide, so shy, wanting mouth open, try to suck in enough air to pacify the limits of lungs so useless in the dark mantle of these deeds, haunting your fingertips as they trace the contours of my lips, speaking too deaf silence closer my love, there will be no more breathing: quiet these vain protests echoing past the dying candle; nononononono,...
Against your walls, your rules, your skin.: I... →
I’ve been writing on maybemargo for almost a year now, but the fact that it’s attached to my facebook has sort of discouraged any real honesty. Here’s my favorite post from it, and I’ll move on to a more personal chapter of my life.
maybemargo:
I stumble through our togetherness with a mouthful of cotton and caffeine coma eyes. I play around with the ideas of you do’s...
September 2010
1 post
Beyond the Sea- Bobby Darin
August 2010
1 post
Shake it up, baby.
June 2010
2 posts
Last year, I drove up to Tennessee to work at La...
May 2010
10 posts
Watch
Things Not Overheard at a Conceptual-Art Gallery...
ericnelson:
“White wine, red wine. Who do I have to fuck to get a Capri Sun around here?”
“Now that you mention it, I have no idea who designed this shirt.”
“Does naming the work ‘Chaos’ belie the artist’s reliance upon a sparse, monochromatic field, or am I just a pretentious douchebag?”
“Well, that’s obvious, but what do the other three midgets represent?”
“Let me get this straight—the...
Life’s a moving target. It’s more fun with your eyes closed.
I am bound by fleshy bands, thick thoughts, and blunt eyes. Sometimes the lightness leaves you.
Sometimes, we want to scoff, and go,
“No, that’s not what you had in mind.”
Lean in, get close, crooked smile, and go,
“I’ll tell you what you had in mind.”
Maybe when I’m older.
Why am I in such an ill mood? I hate making mistakes.
“I flee who chases me, and chase who flees me”
– Ovid
Hedgehog's dilemma →
readmorewikipedia:
The hedgehog’s dilemma, or sometimes the porcupine dilemma, is an analogy about the challenges of human intimacy. It describes a situation in which a group of hedgehogs all seek to become close to one another in order to share their heat during cold weather. However, once accomplished, they cannot avoid hurting one another with their sharp quills. They must step away from one...
April 2010
20 posts
I don’t know what you’d call it. I’m kinda in awe. I felt some frustration, though.
Next time, don’t wear yourself out so much being a badass so you can stay longer and lay here with me.
The damned aren’t too worried about being damned. They were born to suffer.
So I remain a sky searcher, eyes looking forward towards my heaven.
I ramble. I can’t find a way to say it. It’s pushing an avalanche through a needle’s eye.
I’ve lost my ability to pretend. Austin was showing me a picture Brian took of her today on his Mac Book. He’d turned it into “pop” art.
She was trying to gain and grasp my attention, to hold it, so we could maybe have a conversation and become real friends.
I hold...
You are in orbit. When you look my way, a million miles away, I’m more than shocked that you know my direction. What launched you into isolation? I don’t think you’d survive the trip down.
By the sea
It’s not a gap, or a scar, or a deformity. You wouldn’t know it. That’s the awful part; we’re the only ones who can see it. It’s in a language of silence.
And I hold out my hand, the universal “STOP”, but how do you explain this to a wave? It pushes and rushes past me, spreading my fingers into five individuals. It gives me a high five, we clap, we shake...
I can’t exactly explain to people my current status right now.
“Yeah, I guess we both like each other. We’d been dating for a year, but lately I’ve been having to wait three to six weeks to see him, and that was just taking its toll. I was more frustrated than happy, there’s not really a friendship anymore, and no one was having fun.”
“Three weeks?! Did...
Mazzy Star- Fade into You
I had such an obsession...
My walls are not going to live through this. They are shaking. If age can destroy a house, surely this will do it so much sooner.
It kind of sounds like someone knocked on our door and we didn’t answer and then got a bunch of their buddies and started banging on our roof.
Juggernaut
If I can’t travel in a straight line, I tend to scribble scrabble all over the place.
Denying myself anything is like trying to stop a speeding sports car, going a hundred miles an hour, that’s only a hundred yards from a cliff face.
I skid, I attempt to stop with all my might, you can smell the breaks burning up, and either I do one of those cool, turns, where I can throw my...
Damn. I need to find someone with a lot of free time, as good looking as me, and who likes sex as much as me.
And who’s hilarious.
There’s probably something wrong with my structure.
Here’s a discussion on a article that Talitha and I discussed
And here’s another discussion, because she’s as shocked as I am
Hand Job vs. Blow Job. Some asshole in Glamour said guys prefer the hand job. Which bothered me. A LOT. I give great blow jobs. I go to a lot of effort. Hell, I practiced deep throating on a banana so I wouldn’t gag (although I hear guys like that...
Last night’s dream:
Flight
I was flying a plane at night, which my subconscious obviously thinks is just like driving a car. It was basically the same, except I’d see thousands of lights below, or nothing at all, just a black pit with a light flicking here or there, depending on where I was flying over, field or city.
The sky was glowing, there were no stars in the sky, and the moon...
Crystalised - The xx
I’ve had this problem...
March 2010
27 posts
Why couldn’t you tell me that you saved me a cookie?
You did a good job making it look like an accident, and I thought myself quite lucky that it hadn’t gotten smashed or eaten.
It was only recently that I figured out that it had been purposely saved, which would have been a sweet deed, only it was was replaced by a very common, “Whoops”. Way to rob yourself. Why...
Faulkner looked at me today and goes, “I hope you didn’t look into my question of whether you had a girlfriend or boyfriend or not.”
I gave him a half-ass smile and go, “I did not.”
“You really don’t care, do you?”
“I really don’t.”
“How could you not care about me? I’ve been nothing but nice to you!”
...