May 2013
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radagast:
I think I’m the only person that has never watched Buffy, doesn’t care about Buffy, or will ever be remotely interested in Buffy. I’ll stick with the 90s film.
THIS IS A PROBLEM AND IT’S NOT RIGHT
i don’t know why i am reblogging this but i can’t respond to you in your own tumblr
why did they create tumblr like this i don’t understand
The moment something breaks, it is broken forever. You would be a fool to think otherwise. A chasm in the earth creates an inevitable gorge: expanded and torn by the due course of time, you wear thin to a single line: one marked moment, set and arranged as if planned.
April 2013
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There was a bolt sent you ticking, stopped and left you there to die; will you cry? Or shrug off emotion and vow to avenge Cut into darkness, marked And send that bitch to hell? Swell; Guess it’s your turn.
the fact that i often mirror disaster in others in an effort to outdo even their most horrifying qualities is unfailingly my worst habit and yet best source of entertainment.
eventually, it’ll come back to you so pray to god and start anew (hopefully he’ll give into you— like everyone else you’ve pleaded to— but i just don’t see that happening)
March 2013
5 posts
you do whatever comes to you, frequently and inadvertently unattended by logic or reason. i can ask myself simple, quantitative questions:
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victorian logic dictated that sheer thought alone was a sin and that without mitigation of thought, you were already damned for simply having thought (it). reason would then lead you to abstain from all impurity, living a virtuous life free of sin...
no matter how a person looks through rose-tinted glasses, they are invariably broken and damaged goods by the time they’ve met you. nothing can reform a circle and you can never bend a shape to fit a mold that is not its own.
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regardless of how you feel about fate, the truth is that you always miss the mark by seconds. something is always oncoming and ongoing, creating a ripple effect through time, permeating the dense and stagnant air: something is begging to begin, but you, whether due to stupidity or bad luck, miss it entirely and keep moving, cutting the air with a thin and impenetrable knife. time moves and you...
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Ten categories to a spectrum,
The way any particle is separated from another, split
and defined by the separation. A division
of one column from another. That’s the way life works:
your body, dissected and on display. Whatever you make of
the distance, you are barred and annulled from meaning—
It never came to you and it will never come.
February 2013
4 posts
i like drama and watching shit hit the fan. the only worthwhile thing about people is how far down you can drag them.
humanity as a whole is tempered glass; disillusioned and marred; easy to see through and bare as a baby, swaddled and born from a deflection. my feeling is that you could hold any person up to the light and see straight through them.
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no one wants to be sick, and those who are sick are sick in their own ways, facing each day differently than anyone else who is OK or sick; worse, there are a million kinds of illnesses, so that the physically sick might hold contempt against the mentally sick and vice versa. modern plights are the worst because illness comes in all variety and form, and we’re all plagued in some way, and...
January 2013
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The sovereignty of singledom is then tested, depleted and formed as a dissolution of faith: these are the motions you go through to create a perfect coupling, not unlike the division of one egg from another, concaved and evenly distributed to make a pair. A set. A cupboard of doubles marked and placed for proximity. From the first breath drawn into this laughable existence, you were damned. You...
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Honestly, Shoot me. It would be easier than bearing the cavalcade of emotion that washes over me as a tide. I am fully an ocean: the depths are unknown, but charted (sparse magic for a cloying magician). You were always broken. Cracks line pavement to create a chasm. It was always there— deep— but well hidden.
Oh, to say the tides have turned and receded, recused from the matters of...
i am not a sentimental person. i can easily remove things from my life like the swiping of tarnish from a chalkboard—the eraser slides and divides a continent. once, you felt the need to keep the answer up forever, blessed and unburdened by coming to the source: the math is right, but you know it now and you’ll know it forever.
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can i tell you what i see in you/ erase that part and start anew/ through drainage, flushed a river through/ of checks that make a balance due— yes, that’s what i owe to you —the tower, flipped, that card just knew a future that i thought —i knew/ sealant that has come unglued/ there must be more to loosen.
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i like almost everything more than people: music, rugs, drinking coffee (specifically the first sip), saffiano leather, movies, falling asleep, every animal in the world (with the exception of owls), pistachio brioche, swimming, tiny cockroaches (not the big ones), miyazaki movies, those moments when you’re riding your bike and your tire just fucking falls off, pillows, cookie dough, missing...
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.PSD
you can paint a picture two ways, however you choose, redo;
retouch;
revision. a world of cursory perception, driven
by the push and steady motion of a mouse; contingent
on the here and the now, bowed
and beckoned right out
of whatever it was you thought was better.
click a few times and it’s forgotten, slate clean, barren
and unseen (lest of course you ctrl+z);
never thought you’d get...
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to this day i find it very shocking and sad that naru never found out usagi’s true identity. i mean WTF? why even bring naru around for 63 filler episodes if you weren’t going to let her know what was happening?
even this stranger bitch found out after just looking at makoto once
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December 2012
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you love who you love there’s no why or because— it’s just the way god, genetics, or whatever made you.
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a poem about pumpkin pie
pumpkin pie
you are wholly mine
i slice into your sumptuous skin
like a gutted pig
and eat your insides!
it is divine.
i just wish you weren’t
$12.99.
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November 2012
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your life is a half-life: a reproduction of a miracle occurring daily, stifled and rebuffed by the wonder of everyday living, alive.
the wise would say to seize on that anomaly and move forward as a contradiction, spiting the living by cheating death and robbing life of its only treasure: time.
but life is a labyrinth of plights, manmade and artificially inseminated, borne in you the same way a...
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Silenced / The Crucible
Silenced (도가니), 2011, South Korea
Directed by Gong Ji-Young
Starring Gong Yoo and Jung Yoo-mi
imagine the law and order: SVU episode where olivia receives a 911 call from a little girl named maria who is being held captive against her will and being treated as a sex slave. as you know, throughout the entire episode, olivia speaks to maria over a polycom and slowly pieces together her story until...
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October 2012
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there is a niche in this world filled with people who “dislike” human interaction and are “okay with not having friends.” they are self-preservers who muster existence through all trial and consequence of unlikability. they are A-OK with it…………….
until they somehow crack the white-finish of their shell and emerge butterflies, and then are...
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everything is temporary. i believe this firmly because time moves forward and obliterates all things. if time is your friend, it stills and stops to an end, pausing an infinitum, deleting what little is left of the present. memory is an aftereffect of happiness, and happiness is a blight of movement. an elusive long-distance runner, permanently making his way toward the goal. you would be amazed...
September 2012
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there is a person who is always getting ready. a state of flux through the transgression of change. changing clothes, fixing hair, fixing face, changing clothes: egging on the nexus of incompletion, blighting a climax, stopping right before the hilt of a sigh. you know the type. you have waited for them always, biding your own time, wasting what time there is to be wasted, changing with the...
