On Certain Incredible Nights On certain incredible nights, When your flesh is...– Leonard Cohen. On Certain Incredible Nights. Let Us Compare Mythologies. (via anotherword)
4/22/2012: The Empty
believeintheimpossible: I can taste your absence like blood on my tongue bitter and unpleasant. It collects like a tidal wave in the back of my throat drowning me in mistakes that fill the emptiness where you used to be. Salty flavored sobs cover my lips that never said the right thing. And I wish that the marred sorrys spilling from my mouth could cleanse our palate. I wish I...
step one: take out homework
step two: reward self with two hours of internet for getting that far
I wish I could illegally download clothes
I was doing so well, really, I was. But something snapped, and said, HEY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? And I can’t concentrate again for a while because I’m so overwhelmed. I understand the assignment, and know exactly how to go about doing it, and I know what I want to write about and how I want to explain most of my ideas, but I just can’t. this is killing me.
Asia just yelled at me to get off tumblr. I guess I’m off for a while in order to write my paper bye, guys.
[You will fall out of love. You will fall in love. You will fall out of love....– Fielden Nelson, from “Failure Map” (via the-final-sentence)
How I write final papers