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[Feb. 2nd, 2009|09:11 am] |
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I hate pms'ing. I think I get it worse than anyone else I know. |
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[Jan. 10th, 2009|12:01 pm] |
I want to see this movie:
the trailer is in German, but it's about the Baader Meinhof gang, a terrorist group in Germany in the 1970s.
and this one with Kate Winslet, always amazing:
and this too
about Italian crime organizations...
and this one, since I'm on a role...
but mostly I just want to see the first two. |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2007|06:20 pm] |
this is what it's like for me
i'm so serious when i say i'm in love:
beloved skies the way ancient texts
textualize the emptiness we can't understand
standing in a sea of words and runes
ruining it for us! ruining it for you!
you're wading against the incoming tide
tied to the sand [you'll never understand]
bystanders laughing, crying, believing,
leaves trembling upon the shaky sea,
see it? see the future? see what could've been?
beneath the sand in which we're sinking,
sinking, what is that, falling like a rock,
rocking back and forth like otters on the waves,
waving goodbye like children in school,
schooling you schooling me.
"jiminey crickets," you said, "that's you, you fell so fast"
fasting so bruises won't heal,
heels over head [not head over heels].
and you said,
"i'll peel away the skin over your bruise
let it blister in the city air, let it last,
let this fast fester, it'll turn gangrene,
soak it in the salty sea in which you're wading;
i'll sit back and relax, it's what i do,
close my eyes, intensify the calm
that exists while you're rotting away
before my eyes." |
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[Mar. 24th, 2007|11:12 pm] |
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"It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in." |
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[Mar. 21st, 2007|07:28 am] |
dear freckled beauty, younger brother,
i miss you. don't think you're so special because of that, because you're one of many. but i do. and seeing you friday night really awoke that in me, because you're someone i don't like to think about.
dear art bitch,
apologies are sweet but kept promises are sweeter.
dear sandal boy,
are you a scorpio? you seem like a scorpio. i'm totally infatuated. and don't grow your hair out. you're one of the only people that looks better with their hair cropped short.
dear pretty girl,
my one qualm about our friendship is that i'm afraid to be honest with you because i don't want you to be angry. ridiculous, i know, after years i should be over it.
dear parents,
i'm not taking the blame for this, and don't use the world responsibility like it's synonymous with blame. i'm sick and tired of dealing with him for nine years. i'm not doing it anymore.
dear glamourgirl,
i'm so excited to see you in two weeks. this is going to be the most amazing spring break.
dear italian friend,
i love you. no, i'm not in love with you; i love you.
-angela. |
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