catenary and dirigible

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Mon, 05 Oct 2009 21:17:46 -0400

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Cat Power- I Found a Reason

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 21:16:14 -0400

Cat Power- I Found a Reason

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Mon, 05 Oct 2009 21:10:38 -0400

August 24th

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 21:09:51 -0400

Is she quick on her feet?

Is she graceful and sweet?

Bet she’s funnier than I am, and you know, I wouldn’t be surprised if you wanted her just because it proved me wrong for once, anyways. I feel like closing up, crawling under the covers, clutching my little hands to my chest and never, never speaking again. I don’t want to say a word, out of fear that, should I attempt to speak, the only thing that would flow from me is crying. Shuddering, shaking, gasping crying and I’d look ridiculous, cringing like a beaten dog. And oh, my heart can’t stand the sorrow. I just don’t know.

I keep staring at the wall where a fading Polaroid still hangs, a picture of me and you, and we were happy. I can’t look away and I could never throw that picture away. I’ve never seen either of us smile so wide. It seems like such a long time ago, such a distant feeling, but the taste is still bitter and the sting is still just about as inconspicuous as a knife in my ribs. I’m so tired of hearing sappy love songs on the radio and relating them to us. I’m so tired of my heart sinking every time I see your face. I’m almost tired of being human.

I wasn’t always this way, do you remember? Before the resentful cynic, there was the bright and cheerful optimist, hopelessly romantic, ever-unconditional. But every time you left, you left her beaten and broken, and she withered and died away and was scattered across the wicked fen. You fucked up my life, plainly stated, you fucked up every good thing that has ever come my way, every good thing that could have been, every good thing that should have been. I spent so long putting you above everything else that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to care about me. I don’t know any different. I’m just as worthless and pathetic as you said I was, I know. It’s okay. It shows. It shows in the way I hide my eyes, and can’t hold a stare. It shows in the way I bite my lip, and keep my hands in fists. In my broken smile, in my exhausted stance, it shows just how badly beaten I really am. Sometimes I can fake confidence and independence but that’s such a badly exaggerated, thin disguise that it makes me sick. I should hate you. I should hate you more than anything but I don’t.

It’s your birthday today. Happy birthday, I love you more than air.

i’m starting over.

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 21:07:26 -0400

i’m starting over.

you keep looking for meaningful patterns in the static, and subliminal signs in repitition, and...

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 23:34:14 -0400

you keep looking for meaningful patterns in the static, and subliminal signs in repitition, and there are none. there is no pattern to life, no matter how many parallels you can point out. nothing is certain.

some things are certain.

miss eleven-eleven, little lady go-getter, you make things happen. you’ve got a plan. you’re gonna get what you aim for. don’t rely on anyone but yourself. you know what you have to do. and now that you’ve found him, don’t let him go again.

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Sat, 22 Aug 2009 17:23:41 -0400

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darling, when it comes to love, i speak the language of the earth and the trees and the rootsand my...

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 17:23:19 -0400

darling, when it comes to love, i speak the language of the earth and the trees and the roots
and my heart is as old as the mountains
and you might think you’ve got something you can hold on to,
but i’ll sell you love in the summer sun and abandon you by morning.

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Sat, 22 Aug 2009 17:13:50 -0400

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put me in your suitcase, let me help you pack‘cause you’re never coming back,no,...

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 17:10:00 -0400

put me in your suitcase, let me help you pack
‘cause you’re never coming back,
no, you’re never coming back

cook me in your breakfast, and put me on your plate
‘cause you know i taste great,
yeah you know I taste great

at the hop it’s greaseball heaven,
with candypants and archie too

put me in your dry dream, or put me in your wet
if you haven’t yet,
no if you haven’t yet

light me with your candle, and watch the flames grow high
no, it doesn’t hurt to try,
it doesn’t hurt to try

well I won’t stop all of my pretending that you’ll come home
you’ll be coming home, someday soon

put me in your blue skies, or put me in your gray
there’s gotta be some way,
there’s gotta be some way

put me in your tongue tie, make it hard to say
that you ain’t gonna stay,
that you ain’t gonna stay

wrap me in your marrow, stuff me in your bones
sing a mending moan,
a song to bring you home

wearetheweirdos: Installations by Taylor McKimens. (via)

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 17:06:29 -0400

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Installations by Taylor McKimens. (via)

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Sat, 22 Aug 2009 17:04:41 -0400

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soundthealarm: fuckyeahtattoos: Myrinda Abbott

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 17:03:07 -0400

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Myrinda Abbott

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Sat, 22 Aug 2009 17:01:04 -0400

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Sat, 22 Aug 2009 16:59:06 -0400

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Sat, 22 Aug 2009 16:58:43 -0400

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Sat, 22 Aug 2009 16:58:01 -0400

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maddjl: devincastro: Marine Biologists in Portobello, New...

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 16:56:13 -0400

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Marine Biologists in Portobello, New Zealand made hand-blown glass shells to help study the life of hermit crabs. I am feeling really bittersweet with this idea..

hmm

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Sat, 22 Aug 2009 16:55:05 -0400

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