February 2011
78 posts
thank you for the coffee.
I should warn you When I’m not well I can’t tell Oh, there’s nothing I can do To make this easier for you You’re gonna need to be patient with me I’m this apple, this happening stone When I’m alone Oh, but my blessings get so blurred At the sound of your words I’m gonna need you to be patient with me How can I warn you when my tongue turns to...
letter to you that you will never read:
you told me that i am trying to run away. no matter where i go, i’m still going to bring the problem with me.
but that is what i was conditioned to do — look for the next best thing, and go there. the next place will always be better. it’ll be better in the city, or it’ll be better to be a little isolated. it has a nice school. it...
“ich bin dies nicht.”
– i am not this.
In this tale, Ferdinand, the bull, would much rather smell flowers than fight. He is much different from the other bulls, but is happy that way. One day several men come to find the fiercest bull for their bullfights. At that moment, Ferdinand is stung by a bee and he responds rather fiercely to the pain and is immediately chosen. Yet, when it comes to the actual fight, Ferdinand just sits in the...
your hand in mine, explosions in the sky
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but i will hold on hope and i won’t let you choke on the noose around your neck
and i’ll find strength in pain and i will change my ways i’ll know my name as it’s called again
