April 20, 2014
humansofnewyork:

"I try to write poems and short stories.""What about?""Just weird situations." "What kind of situations?""Disintegrating friendships, and things like that.""So why do friendships disintegrate?""I just think that people’s interests change. And relationships have to be built on some sort of commonality. So once that common ground is lost, it’s very difficult to get it back."

humansofnewyork:

"I try to write poems and short stories."
"What about?"
"Just weird situations." 
"What kind of situations?"
"Disintegrating friendships, and things like that."
"So why do friendships disintegrate?"
"I just think that people’s interests change. And relationships have to be built on some sort of commonality. So once that common ground is lost, it’s very difficult to get it back."

April 14, 2014
listen to this:

i dream of running away often.
every little fantasy or daydream
involves me crossing a lake, an ocean, the sky. my arms spread wide and eyes closed. i’m gone.
“lets just say you’d never see me again.”

i would be a ghost, only leaving behind a trail of postcards, brief reminders of the places I’ve been. i just want to leave this place! i itch all the time, i think that i am restless. i am sick of knowing, of feeling but i’m even sicker of the fear inside of me, that little voice telling me all the time that it just wouldn’t work when the truth is i have absolutely NO idea what could work for me.

April 14, 2014

tokyo-fashion:

17-year-old Risa on the street in Harajuku w/ a double bun hairstyle, resale leather jacket, pants from Bubbles Harajuku & WEGO platform shoes. Full Look

mannnn, yes!!

April 14, 2014
the skin on her face gets very dry around this time

boss me around a bit.
I should NOT have to sway
in seats with my eyes closed
at this point in time, that is just BULLSHIT. what happened to the
good feelings that would spurt from
you just like an oil slick, wet and messy all over the floors of your apartment?

now it’s just stomach aches and obsessions with all the boys who
march through these glass doors.

now, I can’t even wake myself up.
I don’t even know what it feels like to rely on me anymore.

April 14, 2014
go with this:

"i can’t stand when people speak and i can’t decipher it."
i go down for the count on couches
slurring my words, my eyes closed for business and my mouth sounding out vowels, it’s having hissyfits, it’s on a rampage, screaming and my feet are on fire, they’re stomping on hardwood floors and thinking that everythings okay when it’s not it’s not it’s not it’s not

April 14, 2014
"do you notice a theme here?"

imagine a clock
half past 26 years
that no-one has ever bothered to wind
so it sits in dusty thrift stores
with the big hand pointing towards
the 8 and the little hand hovering
between the 9 and 10
they peel the numbers off and make small talk about train tracks they avoid ice cubes they
only admit these things to others when it’s too much to bear and
feels great coming out
but don’t you ever wish that
sometimes you could push it back inwards?

April 7, 2014

likeafieldmouse:

Brian Vu - More from the ongoing series True False

April 7, 2014

likeafieldmouse:

Anthony Pearson

April 7, 2014

likeafieldmouse:

Daniele Buetti - On All Fours (2003)

April 7, 2014
"If people want to let you go, just let them do it. They may not understand who you are. So don’t play around with fire; don’t give them their cake and let them eat it too. Here is your rule of thumb: they either commit to you or get none of you."

— Joey Furjanic, The Heartbreak Hotel: How Long Will You Stay? (via larmoyante)

(via foxxxynegrodamus)

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