February 2012
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12:27 PM
Monster
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I spend my nights
looking for monsters
under beds,
behind closet doors
and drawn shower curtains.
they only live in my mirror,
awake and waiting.
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Red Hands - The Dear Hunter
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12:37 PM
The Listener
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it sounds like someone is unwrapping candy
my grandmother kept in a cut glass dish.
but it’s cellophane from a new cigarette pack.
he is drinking whiskey with strangers,
he is listening to their stories.
in waiting rooms and hotels and cocktails parties,
(“tell me you heard me.”
“I heard you.”)
he is always listening.
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librariansaywhat:
Oh, lovers need lawyers...
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In honor of Conor Oberst day, I've done the...
- formed 8 different bands just because
- swallowed all the pills/all the booze and threw them all up and then told you about it
- spelled “Kathy” with a “K”
- inappropriately touched a school girl in a white coat
- hung out with a model with raccoon eyes. she kept going to the bathroom to do lines. had she been wearing lingerie and a sneer, it could’ve...
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12:00 A.M.
Child
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come back to the land of the living, child.
you’re pacing an empty grave,
you have no business there.
you’re collecting memories labeled Drink Me,
fermented with the fantasy time lends.
you’re being serenaded by imaginary friends
who can only shake their chains and wail,
every junkie’s like the setting sun.
who are you to change the tides?
you’re...
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1:44 PM
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself.
(I am large, I contain multitudes).
- “Song of Myself” - Walt Whitman
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lizayzay:
I don’t get that new tumblr trend
the one font almost everyone’s using now
it looks like the handwriting on the murder note a creepy child ghost would crayon onto a wall before murdering you
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11:28 PM
Dream
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he builds me constellations in his sleep
words spiraling around the North star
so that even in nightmare clouded slumber,
I can find him waiting in my childhood backyard.
he sits behind the rusting swing set.
beside the weeping willow, he is hunched,
murmuring into cupped hands.
he whispers winter wind into warmth here
(even though I know he’ll lend me sweaters
as she...
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The 2011 Black List of unproduced screenplays. →
stayfocushaveheart asked: Hi how are you? really cool blog, my name is Jason from Va.
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January 2012
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