December 2010
You don't know how much I just want things to be...
Tired of fucking up and breaking down.
Paper bags and plastic men, their cigarettes burning down to butts and ash.
Clean rooms and clean people, walking without so much as a passing glance.
Broken chords permeate the cold, night air, screaming moments frozen in time.
Lines on paper are scratched, lives line by line.
And in this neon-splotched town, it’s all I can offer you:
My heart~
Had a deep talk with my sister today.
I love my family <3
“I don’t understand the human heart. Only pain makes it grow stronger. Only...”
– The Gum Thief by Douglas Coupland
The Egg
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,”...
Christmas Eve. Yep.
“This much I’m certain of: it doesn’t happen immediately. You’ll finish and that...”
– House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski (via thechocolatebrigade)
That was my first serious post in a long time.
And with that, goodnight Tumblr.