February 2010
37 posts
dear aubrey,
scruffygirl:
whiteowl:
scruffygirl:
whiteowl:
casimirpulaskiday-:
just bought tickets for the national!
so it’s official: i am going. and it will be wonderful. askldfj i can’t wait.
yesss. i bought mine a few days ago. IT WILL BE GREAT.
sorry to be a giant creepy person you don’t even know, but if your name is aubrey and your url is whiteowl.. were you ever on psc? If this makes no...
January 2010
43 posts
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fragments
i like flashlights in dark rooms and moonlight on snow flashlights giving certain things in the room their moment of fame and attention the moonlight on the shallow snow makes it look tinted blue, like it’s 5 AM all throughout the night (which is nice) the silence during the middle of the night (even if i wished for a room to be loud in yesterday) like the content silence with a good friend...
but i won't be no runaway
casimirpulaskiday-:
because i won’t run.
we don’t bleed when we don’t fight.
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i need a quiet room.
and by a quiet room, i mean a room where i can be as loud as i want in the middle of the night without waking people up. nocturnal people like to play guitars and sing, too.
(reason #48320948 why i hate winter. summer’s quiet room = outside.)
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i can’t wait until everything is green and alive
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is that thunder i hear?
i’m going to pretend/hope that it is. all i know is that it is raining quite heavily and the wind is howling; it sounds like a thunderstorm. earlier today, literally less than five hours ago, i was thinking about how long it had been since there had been a thunderstorm. and then i thought about how it always storms when i need it to, and i wondered if it would.
well, i needed one.
i...
For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura — and...
– ;____;
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http://www.asciimeo.com/7466058 →
my ghost life video in ASCII
COMPUTERS WORK IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS
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i saw the lovely bones
and the whole time i was thinking “this looks like where i live”
so i looked it up and low and behold it was filmed 20 minutes away from me
FUN FACT
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shawn and i don't like flowers very much
i think the best gift for me would be a glass bottle filled with a little bit of the sea
just sayin’
casimirpulaskiday:
i still need to get euro and pre-calc homework done.
oops.
it shouldn’t even take me long but LIFE IS STILL HORRIBLE KILL ME NOW I WANT TO LAY IN THE SUN AND READ VONNEGUT AND EAT RASPBERRIES AND PLAY GUITAR ALL MY DAYS UNTIL I DIE OF MALNUTRITION BECAUSE NO ONE COULD LIVE SOLELY ON RASPBERRIES
i am such a freak.
that would make a cute short story/film.
death by...
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“i wish everyone would stop playing my guitar instead of their own.”
“i’ll stop eventually.”
“we’ll all stop eventually.”
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i just got a friend request on facebook from...
which inspired me to go look at my 5th grade yearbook.
my favorite part of 5th grade was probably the bus. i was a “safety” which meant i got to wear an orange belt and tell the younger kids to look both ways when crossing the street, except i abused the power and used it to tell them to jump over seats when we drove over “the bump” and to act like monkeys etc. (crazy fun...
casimirpulaskiday:
i’m always bouncing between overconfidence and sociability and complete avoidance and anxiety. somewhere in between would be preferable, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.
same
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how do you do that?
my dreams haven’t held anything close to a plot in a fairly long time. lately they’re just fragments after fragments of nonsense; they’re nothing i could turn into a story worth reading. the parts i do remember are all about the scenery. i’ve been dreaming of these oddly beautiful places, and i do not want to forget about them, though by having no good means of taking them...
oh and aubrey should come see wilco too
casimirpulaskiday:
and we can all have an awkward little party
aha i’d like that :)
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape, the...
– Andrew Wyeth (via tiffanyhoran) (via kusudama)
but i’m in love with the whole story.
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“when did recording life become more important...
i have a private journal that nobody has ever seen except for me, and even so, sometimes it scares the hell out of me to think about how much of myself is floating out there, outside of myself, in the form of words. it’s not that i’m afraid of somebody finding it and reading it. (though i wouldn’t like that at all.) it’s more like i’m afraid of remembering. every. little. thing. it’s all there....