December 2009
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the more i slept, the tinier the world got
So, here is how it goes: you tag five people on...
casimirpulaskiday:
1. my favourite thing in the world to do is to be around friends and sit outside on a sunny day and listen to/play music and sing. I could do this every day for the rest of my life and be completely content. suggest that we go do this and you will win my heart.
2. I love photography. I think that part of my passion for taking photographs stems from my love of light....
ASK/TELL ME THINGS →
i’ve never done this and i’m a little bored at the moment ok
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“I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives...”
– -Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
last night, i had a dream involving aubrey...
casimirpulaskiday:
omglykebroccoli:
casimirpulaskiday:
which is weird because i have never had an extensive conversation with either of you in real life
i don’t even remember what happened in this dream
i think it involved walking through a blizzard or something of that nature?
the internet is weird
i feel creepy now
i’m going to shut up
okay
o_O
…i know right
hahaha ^.^
never...
i need plans for tonight.
casimirpulaskiday:
any takers? i.e. people who live nearby?
COME HERE AND WATCH A SKIN, A NIGHT AND THEN BUILD SNOW MEN WITH ME IN THE DARK. just kidding that’d be really awkward and i’m bad at last minute awkwardness, BUT WE DO NEED TO MEET SOMEDAY FOR SURE AND LISTEN TO GOOD MUSIC TOGETHER OK! ^~^
just smiiiile all the time
what do you dream about?
casimirpulaskiday:
last night I dreamt that I was lying on a bed with this one friend, listening to Sufjan Stevens’ “Redford” on repeat. and this friend asked if I would include the song in the school musical (haha) and I got quite defensive and told her, “NO, I only listen to this song on Saturday nights when I’m falling asleep, on repeat.”
and then she left and I was alone with Sufjan’s music...
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i dreamt of blueberries.
they were burying people in an unfamiliar field that i called my backyard at the time. a group of men wearing orange outfits with dirty shovels and fancy construction vehicles. i glared at them angrily as if they were cutting down trees in a rare forest. but no, it was bodies. they were burying bodies.
but do you have to? this is my yard.
one looked down at me, nodded, and made sure that i was...
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helps me fall asleep.
i’m walking barefoot on the sand by the sea. i’m wearing comfortable, plum-colored corduroys, and a tiny tie-dyed t-shirt that has many deep, dark-colored dyes blotched and splattered across the white fabric, all blended into one-another. the neck hole on this shirt has been slaughtered with scissors from that day almost a year ago, leaving it with a ragged, pirate type look....
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i collect your strange theories sew them as the seams of everything i ever dream tuck them underneath my sleeves bring them everywhere with me
mysticalandshit:
all my little words
THIS IS...
p.s. it snowed and it is wonderful and i am going to stay up all night and lay in it at 5:00 am.
(for the record, i hate that poem so damn much for what it does to my tiny brain. because of how it stings ever so slightly right before it goes numb. and then i am left wondering about the sting, trying to understand it, but the numb “feeling” is overpowering. so my tiny brain decides to shut down, and sit upside-down in my head for a bit. and all i know is that something isn’t...
“the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind...”
– oh
