July 2010
52 posts
of dreams.
sometimes i love dreams. i love the kind of dreams where you don’t even know where you are, what time is is, or anything like that, you just exist in the moment. it’s just you and someone special and the feeling of you tracing lines down her back. sometimes she has her head buried in your neck, and god, it feels like home. it’s just a dream but you can still feel your heart...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-7-18) →
Florence and The Machine (89)
The Kooks (68)
Chiddy Bang (62)
Explosions in the Sky (48)
Ron Pope (46)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-7-11) →
Eminem (38)
Kid Cudi (17)
Anberlin (13)
B.o.B (13)
The Avett Brothers (13)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
IT FEELS LIKE SOMEONE IS STICKING A FEATHER UP MY NOSE!!!!!!! AND I AM SNEEZING LIKE CRAZY SDFGJKHFGDJKFDAJKL FUCKING ITCHY!
I want a girlfriend with nice neh neh and nice ass so I can grab all day.
Time check it is 2.45 and I just got up, shat and showered.
Is it weird that I miss being at the BH? Even though I get these huge bouts of loneliness, I kinda miss the monotony of it all, I miss being so caught up with work that I didn’t have time to think about anything else. But I am home in a week.
I’m legal in 10 days.
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Space Bound - Eminem
I want to kiss you on your space below the navel...
Get ready, pop it, let’s go. Enter galactic you and me, enter galactic you and me.
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Just realised how unqualified I am to be a dad - I don’t know what I’m supposed to do if my kids wet their pants or get bullied at school or how to teach them how to ride bikes. Ok I have like 10 years to figure it out but.
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-7-4) →
Ron Pope (46)
Passion Pit (26)
Death Cab for Cutie (11)
Regina Spektor (10)
The Pains of Being Pure at Heart (10)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Your name sounds like fingertips trailing across skin, Or the fraction of a second after secrets leave your lips.
The Fossil
Once, A had sent a message to M that read, “I want to slip my fingers into the grooves of your fingers. I want to make a plaster cast of the hollow between our palms and carry it with me everywhere.”
A had sent that message on a train, on the way to school. He had not considered the actual mechanics of this act. First he would have to get some plaster-of-Paris. He would have to mix it in a bowl,...
Crying in one’s sleep has always been for me a curious phenomenon. Unlike the act of shedding tears while upright, one’s tears are diverted to flow in lateral (and opposite) directions, and if they are copious enough they might even soak the eyebrows or drip onto the helices of the ears. But this strange journey, deviating from the usual lachrymal irrigation paths, might not be considered so...
Have done no work today I’m screwed
I should never come home for holidays
Going to make instant noodles now
Then get on to studying RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT?
Should’ve had coffee but caffeine is bad ugh ugh ugh.
I’m going on a diet and I REALLY WILL give up empty calories especially coke
If only I had this kind of dedication about my studies
SIGH
This song keeps coming up on shuffle, maybe...
“You did say, need me less and I’ll want you more.
I’m still...”
– Untitled by Marilyn Hacker
Big realisation of the day: I am working out/otherwise changing my physical appearance because I’m so insecure about myself, I’m scared that I am not funny/entertaining/empathetic/comforting enough for people to want to be around and I don’t know how to change that so I’m changing my outsides.
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I must’ve been looking really grumpy cos this guy made a funny face at me and my day is marginally better.
Ok I am going to stop using Tumblr as Twitter now.
Rn I am :( and in no mood to study but ugh
