January 2011
alexleefitz replied to your post: The Portrait
You have lovely writing, my friend.
Aw, thanks.
To my dearest love
You do not yet know of my masked passions, but these syllables now, written in my trembling hand will surely make my most intimate, tender feelings clear.
For three months now I have admired you from afar, and I simply cannot betray my own pining heart any longer.
I love you.
The words fall from my pen as I so wish for them to...
The Portrait
She smiles out at me from the yellowed photograph. Her grin is wide but her eyes are solemn. It’s as though she knows I will die out here, another dirty face, cold and dead amongst the trenches. Her sad eyes are the only thing keeping me alive through this Hun winter and its frozen mud. I must live to see her eyes smile again.
Gun shots.
I turn over in my creaky cot,...
I love finding old writing that I’d entirely forgotten I’d done.
“We all grow up someday, Meg. We might as well know what we want.”
– Amy in the film version of Little Women
Four more best picture nominees to see: Black Swan, The Fighter, The Kids Are All Right, and Winter’s Bone. I can do this.
Progress!
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“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is...”
– John Keating, Dead Poet’s Society (via paulavaleria)
WatchWant to see this really bad.
wake up in the morning feeling like gregor samsa
frankencunt:
geefitch:
frankencunt:
Grab my pin-up put it on the wall With one of my six legs Before I leave, brush my teeth Before realizing I have none I can’t leave this room Because I’m a fucking cockroach. :(
REBLOGGING THIS FOREVER
I’M TALKING RED APPLES ON MY FLOOR, FLOOR DEBTS RUNNING UP TO MY NOSE, NOSE PETTICOATS ON THE FLOOR, FLOOR.
THANK GOD MOM WAS THERE TO SAVE MY ASS...
