September 2009
if less is more, how are you keeping score?
God is a concept by which we measure our pain
Your mom would stick a fork right into daddy’s shoulder, and dad would throw the garbage all across the floor as we would lay and learn what each other’s bodies were for. Your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking and dad would dream of all the different ways to die, each one a little more than he could dare to try.
dead lovers salivate, broken hearts tessellate...
Sanity may be madness but the maddest of all is to see life as it is and not as...
html + me = not on speaking terms. fuck.
Style is the perfection of a point of view.
– Richard Eberhart
CHASED THE GOOD LIFE MY WHOLE LIFE LONG, LOOK BACK...
SAVE US FROM SLEEP AND WHAT WE ARE
you sit there in your heartache waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways. you play forgiveness, watch it now, here he comes! he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus but he talks like a gentleman like you imagined when you were young. can we climb this mountain? I don’t know.
Never refuse an invitation. Never resist the...
beauty of style and harmony and grace and good rhythm depend on simplicity.
WE ARE ALL A LITTLE BROKEN, WE'RE ALL A LITTLE...
Each generation wants new symbols. New people. New names. They want to divorce...
The sinner and the saint are merely exchanging...
All of a sudden
ledinnerparty:
I want my piercings back.