January 2011
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katiefuckingdrewdeactivated-dea asked: I love you more than I could ever promise.
katiefuckingdrewdeactivated-dea asked: I love you more than I could ever promise.
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Do not use the words "fap," "fapping," or "fapper"...
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I’ve spent the last two days of 2010 with the people of Knoxville who mattered the most this year. Stacey (evenmyegoispink) and Emma (emmafred) have been instrumental to my stability & my comprehension of self for the last twelve months. These ladies are more important than any I’ve ever known, and I hope they will stay with me through 2011; I have so much more to learn. Amanda...
December 2010
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“Gods never actually show up. They only exist in humans’ minds, like money...”
– True Blood, Sophie Anne
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toughnight:
Skinny Love- Bon Iver
Come on...
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boys and words and frailty →
Too many Xanax (i can’t feel my chest) and in need of commitment (i can’t feel my lungs) I’d like for you to love me (i can’t feel my heart)
Saying someone will be the next American Idol is like saying one in twenty people will get syphilis; just because you win doesn’t mean you should be excited.
I most likely wouldn't follow you into the dark.
Write one leaf about honey.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I don’t know what he’s talking about. I’m sitting on the couch. I have friends over for once, and I’m holding a normal fucking conversation. Inflection, tone, interest: genuine for the first time in a year. I’m happy to be surrounded by people again, to have a group to socialize with instead of staring at the walls and...
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lifeinthearctic:
the whole world looks like the inside of one of those cocaine baggies they showed us pictures of during D.A.R.E. in health class right now. i sat in the snow. my fingers and toes went numb but nothing else and there’s nothing quite like this, to remind you that your heart’s been cold the whole year through.
Why Ke$ha is more important to the history of...
This is the article in which I attempt to prove Ke$ha’s importance to the history of music as being greater than that of The Beatles. I’m serious. Bear with me. When The Beatles were formed in 1960, the world changed, true. Pop music was given a face (or four), a definition, and a degree of magnitude attributed to a generation previously undefined musically and undermined socially, proving that...
Sorry, but The Beatles are overrated.
Today will be the day that I explain why and receive endless hate. I’m excited.
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To wake up and, for one morning, not feel hideous.
I am a bright, flashy diamond, and I used to know where I was going. I got stolen by a magpie and now I don’t understand where this nest is. But, I mean, there’s a bright side: I can still cut the glass to a bedroom window and lacerate your throat if I ever get out of this fucking tree.
I encourage literacy among the general...
You say you don’t read books. Well, fine; I’ll just leave this poem on your tombstone.
katiefuckingdrewdeactivated-dea asked: Close your eyes and listen to your favourite song. Now picture me, you and Amanda all sitting on a big bed drinking and laughing and just fucking living for once. Tapping on our legs, playing guitar, laying down and sharing a cigarette between the three of us. Talking. Loving. Lying. Bleeding.
I should probably stop fantasizing.
I should probably stop fantasizing.
katiefuckingdrewdeactivated-dea asked: Close your eyes and listen to your favourite song. Now picture me, you and Amanda all sitting on a big bed drinking and laughing and just fucking living for once. Tapping on our legs, playing guitar, laying down and sharing a cigarette between the three of us. Talking. Loving. Lying. Bleeding.
I should probably stop fantasizing.
I should probably stop fantasizing.
cardinalrx asked: No, darling.
At least I don't think it's who you think it is.
I doubt my reaction would have been much different at this point, though.
At least I don't think it's who you think it is.
I doubt my reaction would have been much different at this point, though.
cardinalrx asked: No, darling.
At least I don't think it's who you think it is.
I doubt my reaction would have been much different at this point, though.
At least I don't think it's who you think it is.
I doubt my reaction would have been much different at this point, though.
burmesejorjiapits asked: Nick, my sweet boy. I wish I knew you like next door neighbors from childhood. Tell me, with your talent and your words, tell me dear who was it that blew over you these melancholy skies? Why is it that your loving fingers tell of your hearts sure demise?
I forget what talking to boys feels like. I don’t remember the feeling of hands on my shoulders and reading words written late at night when someone is being too honest, saying what they do not know I have been screaming from inside this rotten chest for days. Reciprocated affection has become alien, foreign, and every day I’m practicing a nascent xenophilia with the fervor of a...
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12147) That moment when you're lying in bed at the...
Hideous, ugly, repulsive, unloveable.
itskevinellis asked: Nicholas.
My mother uses tulle to tie around her Christmas gifts rather than bows, and as I sat in a large of pile of this lace this morning, and I couldn't help but think of you at that carnival in the fall, wrapping everything in tulle, and my whorish friend Chelsea making demands and asking for assistance in completing her wardrobe.
I hope you had a super happy Christmas,...
My mother uses tulle to tie around her Christmas gifts rather than bows, and as I sat in a large of pile of this lace this morning, and I couldn't help but think of you at that carnival in the fall, wrapping everything in tulle, and my whorish friend Chelsea making demands and asking for assistance in completing her wardrobe.
I hope you had a super happy Christmas,...
itskevinellis asked: Nicholas.
My mother uses tulle to tie around her Christmas gifts rather than bows, and as I sat in a large of pile of this lace this morning, and I couldn't help but think of you at that carnival in the fall, wrapping everything in tulle, and my whorish friend Chelsea making demands and asking for assistance in completing her wardrobe.
I hope you had a super happy Christmas,...
My mother uses tulle to tie around her Christmas gifts rather than bows, and as I sat in a large of pile of this lace this morning, and I couldn't help but think of you at that carnival in the fall, wrapping everything in tulle, and my whorish friend Chelsea making demands and asking for assistance in completing her wardrobe.
I hope you had a super happy Christmas,...
I love beards.
evenmyegoispink:
It’s not about hipness, it’s not irony, it’s not bullshit. I like DUDES. I like MEN. So I generally equate a full, beautiful beard with manliness. So those of you who do that shit as a joke: Stop teasing a bitch. You’re playing with my vagina AND my heart, okay?
This is why Stacey is my best friend; same person, same thoughts.
cardinalrx asked: Every single day I get closer to dropping everything and coming up there to steal you away. I miss you and your bright eyes. I miss you screaming at me to eat and doing someone else's homework with you in exchange for a soup container full of alcohol. I miss your hand in mine and laying with you on the concrete outside of Waffle House. My home is with you and I've been away for far too...
"I care about him too much to subject him to who I...
Katie makes me say things I don’t want the words for.
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There are people who make me want to quit writing, to just fucking stop and accept defeat, and I mean that in the best way. They deserve recognition: lifeinthearctic.tumblr.com, animalsandmonsters.tumblr.com, and Katie Drew, who doesn’t have a Tumblr anymore. Don’t worry, though: her book comes out in a matter of months. And until then, I have the words she texts me that I lock in my...
“i write for the kid in the corner with the notebook too afraid to move an inch...”
– Dani Tauber, my favorite writer. My mentor, even though she doesn’t know it. The woman whose words I’m putting under my skin. The physical manifestation of a crystal ball.
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i wanna be able to kiss a boy then pull away and...