January 2012
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AFTER MONTHS OF NOT BEING ABLED TO SIGN IN IM...
September 2011
2 posts
11 tags
the jon acosta blog.: When Love & Creativity... →
thejonacosta:
No, this is not a depressed broken heart entry on how “this guy, Jon” is dealing with “the one that got away”, but rather a story about how last December when I was left with absolutely nothing and my world came to a crumbling fail… I suddenly had this absolute urge to re-create the good times…
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July 2011
19 posts
I’m in a sharing mood, but what to share??
ah-lee-sah.: I got a ton of calls today. No, not... →
alyssafrancesca:
I got a ton of calls today. No, not from people I knew, but from people looking for a doctor.
I was talking to this one dude & he told me that my number was all over the internet & crap like that. I was kind of surprised cause I was like, “What the heck? Who is seriously pranking me right now?”…
Hey there
Hey there hey. Remember xanga? I used to have a xanga. I miss xanga. You could leave comments on xangas. And people actually wrote things and not just copied cool pictures and stuff. Which is totally cool, but I’m kind of a creepy stalker person, and I like to read about people’s lifes, in more than just single sentence status updates. I read my some of my old xanga the other night....
It’s raining. Another lazy, rainy, summer day. Another day wasted. Another day lost. But that’s ok. It’s raining. Another lazy, rainy, summer day. Another summer wasted. Another summer lost. But that’s alright. It’s raining. Rain falls on window pane. Slowly. Like hearts beating at ease. And that makes one. It’s raining. Rain falls slowly on window pane. Like...
June 2011
20 posts
“You’re going to leave me, aren’t you? …you’ve had enough of me, haven’t you?...”
– Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel (via loveyourchaos)
The 5 stages of Grief
Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
Losing someone is never easy.
ackhun:
It doesn’t make sense to you how someone can just pick up and leave, acting as if you never existed.
I think the only reason we’re in so much pain when this happens, isn’t because we want them to come back, but because these people no longer acknowledge your history together.
And another!
You call me It’s supposed to be funny. You’re drunk I think you would as a skunk. Just like it, if I You’re at a bar called you hunny. singing a...
I'm not emo, but my journal says otherwise
Here’s another entry from the Elefantbook. I just can’t resist.
Loving you is worse than being alone. I’ve written you seven songs, and I don’t even know you yet. I’ve already broken one heart too many. So that it makes me wanna cry.
I don’t know if I believe in love The mommy kind, I guess. But I don’t know if I believe in love. The Daddy kind, yes....
Entries from the Elefantbook
A dream I once had
I fell in love and dreamed of vampires. But I couldn’t find your face anywhere. They were monsters, lovers, ex lovers, cousins, and demons, strange people, and pretty girls. But your face was nowhere.
We were following a demon, and no one seemed to mind. We were searching for our souls that he had somehow managed to hide. I watched as a woman’s child became a demon...
I found this in an old notebok, and I’m posting it without editing it. So if it doesn’t make sense, or I seem horrible, well, oh well.
Maybe I am a capitalist. Maybe that’s the side I’m on. I’m so tired of hearing everything, I’m so pissed off. Why do we have to push each other around to do our best? There is no Utopia, it can never exist. Without conflict,...
Honesty or wisdom? I have questions to which no one has the answers to. Or I’m too afraid to ask because they could be lying. We don’t really know truth. That’s the thing about us humans, if we knew, no one would have to teach us. So therefore, as long as we don’t know what’s right, what’s wrong, we will always be making a mistake, a sin, according to someone...
Another
What if God forgot who we were? And is in amnesia? Or just can’t remember? Or what if we are just really afraid to go looking for him? I think I am because if I really went looking for God, I would be labeled crazy and would die. If I admitted that I just wanted to go looking for God, just to make sure he hadn’t forgotten us. I would be labeled crazy. Or if I just spoke...
Some stuff I found in a notebook from long ago
My room is comfortable But my space not- with clothes and other grievances strawn about
It’s hard to clear my mind a thousand other follies would be easier than this
With so many useless to do’s I have, I’d rather sleep them away. If I close my eyes long enough, they will become irrelevant. Like my stomach.
If I just forget about my self vanity will cease, and the rolls...
Plant Appreciation: How to Make Moss Graffiti. →
plant-appreciation:
Moss graffiti, also called eco-graffiti or green graffiti, replaces spray paint, paint-markers or other such toxic chemicals and paints with a paintbrush and a moss “paint” that can grow on its own. As people become more eco-friendly and environmentally aware, the idea of making living,…
I accidentally said fuck to my mom. Something I said I would never do. I feel really bad about it, but it just slipped out.
May 2011
25 posts
If tonight was the rapture
I would tell you I love you. I wouldn’t worry anymore what you thought of that. I wouldn’t care if you thought I was crazy or clinging or anything. Because it wouldn’t matter. If the rapture was tonight, then I’m not sure what that would mean. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t disappear, and I don’t know about you either. But either way, I think the internet...
It's cool to be apathetic and that's pathetic.