The person who
On those days when my brain sticks
Like a rusty hinge
I watch
And he tells me what I should feel
How I should react

And I know he’s right
In the backs of my eyes
He always knows how to react
When his hands wring the back of the chair
And he stares at his feet
I know I’m lucky
Even when I’m not




"The highlight of my childhood
was making my brother laugh so hard
that food came out his nose."
-Garrison Keillor

Anyone else love Toothpaste for Dinner?
This one particularly.

I've read this many times and each time pondered how wonderfully true it is.
Kurt Vonnegut, though not a middle-school girl, has found a way to perfectly describe my younger years.

Drama so perfectly captured.

If you've ever wondered why I want a banjo in particular
hear this song.
such beautiful tunes

The Dress Looks Nice on You
Sufjan Stevens

I grew up in the sea
Fighting waves
And water
And I was invincible

I increased in size
But not in stature
Like I’d thought I would
Only to find myself

A mere goldfish
Propelled by currents
No longer swimming
On my own

I bought new shoes from Urban Outfitters
and they have came to me smelling of bacon bits
what great misfortune have I suffered in mine life
at the hands of the gods of fashion!

These days I'm speaking only sentences of the not-what-I-meant variety.

I never want to see Faulkner's fat face again.






























Okay, so he doesn't have a fat face, but he does have fat novels.
So full of waste.

Today I was passed a gift from a friend.
She sent me a bag of childhood.
Crayons, coloring book, pop rocks.
And with it, a note.
"just because!
You are beautiful,
have a great day!"

Some people are just too much.
Just the berries.



And now, the best rendition I've ever heard.

I was born in the sea
Twisting
Cell by cell
Face bronze and alive

And I stepped onto land
Sprouting shaking legs
knobby knees
and arms to hold myself

On land I lost
The sand in the wind
And the wind in my hair
And the son by my side

It’s harder
Where the sun don’t shine
The ground is cold
And unyielding

Beauty is a paradox
Know it,
and you lose it
Deny it,
to find you need it

when you told me I was beautiful
I was afraid.
What of it?
Now that I know

Can you tell me?
Quantitatively?
That when I tell you,
You have twenty-six beauty,
You'll believe me?

Today during Orchestra I had an
EPIPHANY
(to be read in a booming voice)
A random time, I know.
But today I realized that I exist.

I'm real.

I always knew that every one around me was real because I interacted with them on a daily basis.
It had never struck me before that I actually exist.
I exist to you like you exist to me.

How strange.
To be honest, it hasn't affected me at all.

I'm not usually a romantic.
In face, I intentionally limit my exposure to romances.
It's a part of myself I don't like.

I don't like when I finish a book and I'm unable to live in my own head.
Well, not like that so much.
There are books I've been haunted by that have made me more.

Sometimes, though, I feel when I've finished some sappy romance
that I'm incapable of perspective
as if I look for all of these romantic ideals
unsatisfied with normal when things are just fine. sometimes better
totally bogus

but this, this is okay.
Get a glimpse of this.
This is fantastic beyond words.

Band of Horses, No One's Gonna Love You