Taking On

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Progressively Worse

It's like when people are around they are breathing my air. I disagree with their every thought, or feeling, and I feel trapped or anxious. I can literally feel time slipping away, and I watch the clock like I have barely of it at all. I cannot relate, nor sympathize, every mannerism peeves me so deeply, until I in turn end up hating myself.


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Favorite.

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WICKER PARK

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THE SCIENCE OF SLEEP

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MOULIN ROUGE

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FIGHT CLUB

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CLOSER

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ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND

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THE ILLUSIONIST

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DONINE DARKO

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A SINGLE MAN

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INCEPTION

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BLUE VALENTINE

Buried

"I breathed your name into the air; I etched your name into me.
I felt my anger swelling; I swam into it's sea.
I held your name inside my heart, but it got buried in my fear.
It tore the wiring of my brain; I did my best to keep it clear.
So, dear, no matter how we part, I hold you sweetly in my head.
And if I do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead.
If I can't love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend.
And I will lay a bed before you; keep you safe until the end."

Literally

A life of cleaning up other's messes.

The Tide Clung Like An Anchor

“Out where the stones lay like bones by the ocean
Out where the waves crash contempt on the land
Someone was trembling for fear of the tempest
Somebody silently reached for their hand
Said, understand that if you’re cold I’ll keep you warm
And besides, there’s so much beauty in a storm
So come down with me to the shore
And what’s more, I adore you
So tell me, what is there to fear
You think some seraph up above is trying to rob us of our love
Because the sky’s not clear
My dear, you know there’s not
Now listen to the rain upon the rooftop
But the wind picked up
Out where the stones stand up like thrones beside the ocean
Out where the waves make a grave of the sea
The lovers struggled in the middle of the tempest
And water angrily crawled up onto the beach
Said, hold my hand and stay with me
We’ll be released
But the tide clung like an anchor to her feet
And though he tried to make the water line recede
It pulled her out into the sea
He could not break apart the waves to bring her safely back in
He watched her hand break through the surface once
Then disappear again
Forever wait inside the sea for me, my dear
I hear you
You speak in every curling wave
And sing in every violent breeze
Someday not far away from here
My dear, I swear I’ll see you
And we will hear the seraphs cry
For they will still envy you and I
How they envied you and I”

Get It Back

how coincidentally that my happiness should depart just as you did. But it was coincidentally, and after succumbing to that bereavement, I see now I can only get one of you back.

Controlled Breathing

The singular proof that I have improved is I did not have a panic attack today. This was not like the last time, one deep breath, done.

Kissed Me Like Goodbye

You read my face like some decent book you started but just haven't made the time to finish. Swept me off my feet like slipping on a wet floor, only getting up to be angry with the culprit. We blow each other off like that fan in the summer you forget is on until it's too cold, and seemingly too late. You held my hand like in those movies when someone is about to fall off the cliff side to their end and then there is a branch, just strong enough to sustain life, for a while. And made me smile like a joke between two friends long forgotten, then remembered again.

It Still

"I believe
in it still
it has falted and 
it is failing but I know 
it's there, 


it's there."

Matter

I drive home on my break at work, my brother attempts to convince me to "invest". He shows me purple extacy pills with faces on them. I am grateful to see him happy. A 24 hour high he says. I leave. Back to my job. Should "minimum" be in my wage description? Should minimal be in my depiction of effort? I eat yogurt in my car, dump my coffee in the street. Does any of this matter?

shout outs

mom; thank you for not giving up completely. whether i ignore your effort or get back to you, i still appreciate. i know i will not likely forgive you my entire life for how you have treated and moreover neglected myself and (more importantly) your son. you've taught me a lot, more than i probably even wanted to learn, but i reflect often on the traits i have from you that i do in fact like, so thank you for that as well.
dad; i can relate and empathize with most everything you do and say. i won't spend much time on you, or thinking about you, and you can see that as returning the favor. it would have been nice to have a father beyond the years prior to the ability of memory.
dylan; there are not enough words for the gratitude i have for you as a brother, a person, and who you are to me and for me. if i regret anything it is not giving you the love, attention, assistance and encouragement you needed and deserved. i will do my best to be all that i can to and for you, and having an almost other half who gets this all is more than i could ever ask for. let us stay close forever, and i know it's not my fault but i am sincerely sorry for mom and dad, i'm sorry for the world around you that is out of your control. more than anything i hope you will some day be in control of that world.
victoria; there is far too much to say. but just know the importance and actual vitality of having a life line, a rock of permanence and friendship that began in the third grade and has yet to cease. our constant state of common grounds and uncanny similarities and understanding is probably one of the best things that has ever happened to me. thank you for listening, always, putting up with me, always, being there in every way, always always. you know and get me more than definitely anyone ever has, and maybe even ever will. 
bethany; i'd prefer to give you a look in this moment. you stole my heart in such a way that it is totally incomparable and inexplainable, unshakeable and unconditionally unfaltering. you have taught me more than you could ever comprehend or believe, yet instilled my life with such a sadness and lack of self worth (that i often reflect on the subsequent equality of true misery and honest happiness). i think about you perpetually. you are insanely beautiful inside and out and perhaps this friendship will not function whatsoever between us until you know this. really know this. i thought once that i had the potential. 
austin; you are my baby. you are my precious prize and my unique snowflake. i am happy when i'm with you and so proud and content with the life we have created together. you are wonderful, adorable, hilarious and spectacular, also a total pain in the ass and utterly intolerable. just know i love our bickering, differences, everything. i am so blessed to have found you. you are my best friend and every single day i have been honored to be yours.
jillian; i just remember this one time we were driving together by paco's tacos and we were discussing our friendship and it's almost effectiveness. our compatibility and understanding. most people will go their whole life not experiencing a person with such a similar, yet fresh outlook on life and its situations. you have helped me tremendously through these last years. it is the best just laughing with you, sharing, everything, working out things, coming to huge realizations, small comments, reading each other's thoughts. i need you always and don't forget that. we have much maturing and developing to do; together.
addison; you were the pipe dream; my day dream. you were this ideal, intangible and mysterious character of fascination. i was beyond enamored and would have bet on my life that i would never get the chance to get to know you any better. i hope i never forget the feeling i had the first time you held my hand. your kiss was unlike anyone before, and our conversations made it all too perfect and real. i adore you. i contempt waiting, but i am. you may never understand, but i want exactly you. every day.
nick; it's difficult to pinpoint a word to describe my feelings concerning our relationship. of course we made countless errors, mistakes, and misconceptions. you said the right things, did the wrong things, went too fast, stopped when it was easy, took advantage, took no hints. i really did gain a lot from our time together, and i truly hope you did as well. i do want you in my life still, it just got laborious, and you know that. i do wish we tried harder, and i liked us. we wanted two such varied things, and coming to this town was simply not how it was meant to go for you. i see a bright future in store, not here, not with us, but i do desire that we stay in contact, and get better at that. i am sorry for how i was; disappointing on account of being disappointed. but thank you. and i mean it when i say you are so worthy of someone wonderful.
jordan; not a moment goes by that i do not wish we were together; that i am not wondering how it would be now. you were perfection, and that idea never faded. i still love you, hopefully at least that will fade, but even more so hopefully we meet again, and this is not the end.
scott; perhaps opposites do attract. or it is just the history and longevity of our friendship and connection. something keeps us together, and maybe now it is entirely this lease. i am saddened by and resent so many of the things that you say and do to me. and sometimes really dislike who i am around you, and what you make me think of you. at the same time thank you for always confided in me, and putting up with my harsh words and practically constant rejection. i'm not sure what the future holds, but i will not forget your boyish innocence and the playful way you adore those around you.
calvin; i never would have in a million and a half years guessed in high school that we later would be straightening our hair together in our bathroom we now share. you truly are a kind-hearted and real person, you mean well, and do what you want, and i like that. thank you for putting up with me. and kudos for putting up with scott. i like being your friend and i hope it remains that way. hopefully you notice and comprehend all that i do for you. 
alexa; we say it often, our friendship conclusively makes no sense. our personalities if described, clash and are not even the right kinds of opposite. i think that this makes you and i more real and true, and it brings me so much joy that we stayed close after high school and after all that we have been through, separately and together. thank you for including me and never giving up on me, thank you for all you have done, still do, and the inspiration you have instilled in me. you are real and so true to yourself, and know just what you want, and get it. i hope for so much success and greatness from all your endeavored, mainly because of all you put up with.
amara; you are not human, people in real life are not this genuine and sweet, they are not this flawless and true. i will try to grasp how somehow could ever turn out how you are every single day and it will be unfathomable, and then i think about your parents and sisters and it makes more sense. i am blessed to have you as a friend, and such a good friend at that. if i have done something right, it is keeping you in my life, and how we mutually are in staying prevalent in each other's. you are too wonderful and inspire me to be half the person you are; always in a good mood, always loving, caring, just simply the best person. stay exactly who you are. you are an example of how every person on this earth should be.
mimi; i wouldn't really see us as getting along, but when you and i are together it's sort of like magic. i love when there is absolutely not a trace of seriousness, i love when we have the most honest talks we could ever have, i love how you see people, how you treat people, how you get people. how you get me. i have esteem for you endlessly, and having you living so far away is more of a drag for me than you would ever know. thank you for everything you have done for me, and i want so much for your life to reflect your personality, because it is truly amazing. you are one of the funniest people i'll ever meet, there was never a dull moment, and i cannot wait for even more memories. 
laurie; we were too much. too much the same, too much different. we grew together far too deeply then grew apart so sincerely, i was young and i wish i did things differently. i wish i saw things differently, but i will not forget how we were. and i learned so much from you and us. thank you for being just what i needed, at that time. 
lacey; you are one of those. you are the person who exceeds not just expectations, but wishes for how you will be. there is something about you. you are complex, blocked off, far off, even. i look forward greatly to getting to know you better, figure you out some, just some. i just know now i love being around you. i love watching you; your simplicity, and your complexity. you are one of the most thoughtful and endearing people i know, and i secretly wish there were a lot more of you, also i secretly wish there remained just one person at all like you. 
lizz; you are simultaneously nearly all that I subtly strive to be, and all that I desire in a friend. mature or smart would just be bland understatements in describing your demeanor or outlook on people and the world. I love every single one of our conversations and am interested so absolutely in each of your thoughts and feelings. it is so rare to find a person like you, and I knew this from as far back as I can recall. I appreciate so tremendously how our friendship has sustained, and furthermore grown, and will continue to grow. sometimes I feel like you are one of the few that listens, or watches, or knows. you're sense of humor and character is already so perfected I just anticipate watching it all progress, indefinitely for the better, somehow or another. thanks for everything.
alex; it's difficult to describe us as anything besides truly "getting along", always have always will. and that is the beauty of it, we are so much the same yet dissimilar just enough to always be entertaining one another. you're intentions are faultlessly golden, and you are always up for whatever. I won't forget how things just really jelled.
lisa; getting to know you was as surprising as it has been spectacular. you are nowhere near close to anything expected, or ever experienced. I adore our conversations as immensely as your company, and I know you could make me cry laughing no matter the situation. I simply cannot wait for more time spent together. 

Just Because It's Honest

"A story isn't good just because it's true. A truth isn't more meaningful just because it hurts."

Twelve

"I am sitting behind a young couple at the meeting street cafe. they are leaning in toward one another, sharing a consensual invasion of private space. the way we used to before the wall thickened. before the filters became tinted. before a past existed. i learn toward a window with no one there to block my view, the way i prefer it sometimes. the way i see my see my future. the way i wish i could look at you. our conversations twist and turn to conform to the shape of our hopes. they contort to the demands of our insecurities until it blocks off our communication of touch...so we talk less. you don't have to tell me the areas I've failed in... the patterns of my life scream with you. (blah blah blah bullshit excuses.) I am writing this note to you. xxx. it makes the most sense. this album in the pinnacle of a pseudo-success I have worked to achieve for most of my anti-climatic existence. (more bullshit excuses). this album closes a chapter in my life. I have a world of confusion to deal with outside of my own. a world i shouldn't let block out the view of others. my anxiety makes me feel like I'm looking through the wrong side of binoculars. my inabilty to deal with simple problems in a relationship really doesn't help matters much. smashing my face against a wall (shouldn't feel as good as it does). this is how I know we made a wrong turn somewhere. you know I could write like this forever until I talk myself into a complete circle. (because I lie a lot.) if we could have kept things as simple and beautiful as when they started then this song would have never existed. this album probably wouldn't have been completed. we'd be sitting together. I love you. sorry."

If I Had

"If I had the strength I would probably laugh."

My Obligation

"Like it's my obligation to show love"

Black Billows

I'm ready to create a new reality.
my brother watched a star die.
I hear the birds outside my open window.
I told his sad eyes my desire to depart,
leaving him, mixed feelings deep in my heart.
my one chance to finish what I start.
but still it remains every inch of this place has been marred.

the black billows of smoke in my dripping eyes doesn't hurt half as much

as her disapproval in where I rest my head. 

who lives in my house. 

no matter that I would always prefer it be her instead.

sometimes people just forget the meaning of friend.

Be Weary

"The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That's the only lasting thing you can create." 

Clear Skies

I think I mean it this time.
I will learn again that you will in turn get results if you put in a little try.


Everything is alright for now, yet still I come back to this.
I unwillingly reminisce, realizing that I don't have much without anticipating your kiss.


If you don't attempt to make either of us happy, it's hard to admit that I won't.
But there is only so much left of me, because nothing went as I had guessed, or hoped.


I was thrown off balance to say the least, though now I am doing my best to find a middle ground.
Now I will endeavor to sleep sound, with the honest and true hope, that I will by chance see you around.

Saved

"I wonder if she thinks 
I could have saved her?" 

Ashamed

" ‘There’s a reason they call it a private life,’ I’d often say to interviewers. 


But there’s a fine line between being private and being ashamed.” "

Hopeful Pessimsm

i am the most pessimistic, and self loathing person i know.
and that is a nice feeling, which consequently gives me self regard.

Teacher Notes

"The paper is a bit too short with such large margins between paragraphs etc. The event sounds as if it was a powerful one that had a huge impact on you even after all the time that has passed since that day. I understand the main point, but the details of the event were hard to follow. Your writing creates a powerful image, but needs to be written more clearly with transition from one main point to the other. For example, I do not understand the last sentence. It needs more precision and detail to be easy to follow. Overall, it is a good paper. Thanks for sharing such a powerful event. Thinking for yourself can leave you separate from the crowd, but you are also more likely to live by your own standards. People with this style rarely have many regrets, though it is hard to always be strong against the social pressure of others."

Spend Your Whole Life

"I know that I miss you. And I'm sorry if I dissed you."

"You spend your whole life looking for the adult that you are. You spend the rest of your life looking for the child that you were."

Calm Before The

You're bound to miss the eye of the storm in the aftermath. Stuck in destruction and despise; the remains.

Sensitivity

the most difficult thing about being sensitive is coming to the realization that you are overly so. There are only so many healthy ways to turn down your senses. This is hardly about feelings, this is about observations and taking in what others neglect to, what others would refuse to. This reality. People.

Mean Dreams

My dreams are far more intricate than most people's lives.
And I wish it weren't that way.

Recharged

"In the old days, before I was married, or knew a lot of women, 
I would just pull down all the shades and go to bed for three or four days. I'd get up to shit. I'd eat a can of beans, go back to bed, just stay there for three or four days. Then I'd put on my clothes and I'd walk outside, and the sunlight was brilliant, and the sounds were great. I felt powerful, like a recharged battery. But you know the first bring-down? 
The first human face I saw on the sidewalk, I lost half my charge right there." 

Reasonings

PART1:
(5.4.11)Every friendship and relationship anyone has ever been in is a relationship with one's self. Whether it be with the parts and attributes you like or do not like about yourself, or regarding the characteristics you struggle with, or are lacking entirely. Love is loving how someone else is making you happy, you are loving the solely for their assistance in loving yourself; you are hardly loving them, you are moreover loving you. I have watched so many relationships severely lacking communication altogether, things get messy when emotions and thoughts of importance are shared, even by just one party, sometimes even just once. It’s trying to believe in relationships when two people going about their connection and sharing of their loves in the healthiest way, remain in such dissimilar places mentally and emotionally, nearly two varied relationships completely. The realism of two people’s realities is how different those “truths” are; how opposing those points of views are that make up this flawed perception of middle ground. For example, say you cherish some detail about your significant other’s appearance or personality, I believe you either A. love yourself for loving this trait that either you embody, or you do not, or B. you hate yourself for appreciating an aspect of someone else that either describes yourself in someway, or a detail that you lack (often simply resentment/jealousy that this person has this thing that you, yourself desire) if A. you are in actuality loving a characteristic of yourself, does this not seem like a relationship with one's self. the other half becomes nearly extraneous, nothing more than a mirror, necessary in the subconscious need for reflection, but this person's only purpose, real purpose for themselves is their relationship with themselves. Most people do not want to see this friendship, relationship, romance as being so disconnected, their loved one only loving and romancing them; hardly romantic. If their defense I suppose a person could possibly suggest that it is important to them not just to make themselves happy, that would be selfish, even narcissistic, they could explain how very much they truly love this person, enough that they feel the want and even sometimes need to (selflessly) do or say things to make this person happy. These acts, they could say, even decrease or hinder their own happiness, and are specifically to make a person feel good because they deserve it. I would explain that in the succeeding in the increase in anyone's happiness and the knowledge of being the cause of that happiness is more a pat on your own back than anything; making someone happy normally makes you happy, and that end result is just that, the conscious or subconscious desired outcome or result. You by your girlfriend flowers, she is inevitably happy due to this act (it made her feel like she was worth that, loving herself a little more, confidence and love very interchangeable) and she loves you more you think, that brings you joy, even satisfaction, only with yourself. Practically giving yourself a bouquet, and adoring yourself more for that gift, the gift of self-love.


PART2:
(5.10.11)Was this all about self confidence; self assurance? Everything? No matter where I go lately it's as if I am an outsider observing actions and conversations, their sole purpose being to make a person with little self worth feel worthy. what happened to discussions of truth that broke you and made you question everything? Did people ever compliment and point out positive attributes and details of others because they just simply could not stand to not praise that person in that moment, to attempt to make that person happy? I once believed in selflessness because I had been so enamored with a person entirely, or something that they've done, or thought about, or had said to me, I assumed that I was no alone in that. But people adore in actuality how another can make them feel, just about themselves.

Come'on

Come on, don't guilt trip me,
then neglect to notice my fall
but at least I am feeling better this spring

I Can't Help Thinking About

"I can't help feeling
we could have had it all"

Was There No Justice?

i became everything i was holding back from.

10.24.10

              This dream took reality's place, and you got tired of crying over how much I adored that idea. 
And I got tired of crying over how much I cherished that idea. So you left. 
And when I see you around it no longer makes sense.

Even More Secretly

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Standing Ovation

MY OFFER STILL STANDS TO YOU
MY IDEA STILL STANDS OF YOU


EVEN WHEN I CAN NOT 
STAND
FOR YOU


even when you cannot stand me

Webbings

People share lives the same way spiders share webs.

Living With Myself

Living with myself was quite enough. Overwhelming sometimes, crowed often.

Toys

 i scatter tiny reminders of them everywhere, like toys on the carpet to trip over in these dark times. 

Trying To Do Homework

But really trying to break it down. Did I mourn because I simply desired something to mourn over? Or did I desire to have something to mourn over because I relished in mourning this? Did I wish to be happy, and not want to mourn this at all? Or was happiness too simple, and easy? Had I been mourning to avoid such trite contentment? Was I mourning as a means of not allowing myself to let go of the once-happiness? Once I was finished mourning would happiness then accept me? Would it be accepting me back? Would this just be some joy of overcoming sadness and mourning? How could I get the real happiness back? Could it even be so real if it caused such lasting and genuine mourning?

Only Writes To

"I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of." 

You But Then Me

"Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. "


"I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me.
 I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the
room was like sunlight to me." 

Burn Red

"You wake and cut your initials in cheap glass
To mark a space for yourself when you’re time here is passed
And you’re drifted and done, trading danger for distance
And all those rocks that rope your neck
are finally nameless and weightless and faceless

And you’ll strip the sting from those stains
That bleed the life from your face
And your cheeks will burn red on that pure perfect day"

Be Aware

"beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average"

Deserving

I'd rather be surrounded by people complimenting because you deserve it and they want you to feel good. Not them. So I will try.

What Was Left

“I will remember the kisses

our lips raw with love

and how you gave me

everything you had

and how I

offered you what was left of

me,

and I will remember your small room

the feel of you

the light in the window

your records

your books"

No Place To Go

"The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished... I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go."


“I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.”


“thinking, the courage it took to get out of bed each 
morning 
and face the same things 
over and over
was 
enormous.”


“I drive around the streets 
an inch away from weeping, 
ashamed of my sentimentality and 
possible love.”

Really Bad Decision

Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.”

I'm Sorry

i was never trying to ensue worry and disgust

i would simply like to talk, more-so throughly discuss

i can hear the voices and sounds as if they were on the other side of the door

i thought i was kind to adore

to you, adoration became a bore

but if i could only speak to you like i did before

in the present i am feeling like more than a chore

a pain in the ass, this painstaking task

taking the time out to nurse my wounds you can't even see

didn't have the guts to say that you could not stomach them or me

i watched your animosity

so deep seeded, until it bloomed, like a tree

spread roots like disease

unforgiving, no please

no sorry, no plead

but just know i remain scorn from this

so petty, like sibling rivalry

remember how you used to cry? like me

fall asleep, lying next to me

now too apathetic to even lie through your teeth

i used to believe something was brooding

while you were out at sea

now i feel the waves, weak, 

they washed up your apathy

but i know deep down somewhere, you are mad at me

grace myself with your weather like some noble deed

i suppose you knew, it was something i would need

unlike you, starving yourself, i got fat off the lies you would feed

but i'm not here to call you out, give yourself a bad name

but would you understand if i told you that if i were dealing with myself 

i'd do the exact same

Weird Things Happen To Me

Whether you'd like to recall, know that there are several elderly people right outside your window care-taking a grave. talking to a dead person. "ARE YOU COMFORTABLE MOLLY?" in disbelief i look up from my computer, and my cup of coffee, my other cup of cold water. i can hear the rake scraping the tomb stone and they can see me, i know they can. "they barely have enough room to walk outside their house", one lady laughs. too close for comfort. i attempt not to make eye contact, but they keep glancing around. and both blinds are drawn, and both long window are completely open. i didn't mean for this to happen. i am sitting at my kitchen table this saturday morning and i turn down my music low, not to disturb the mourning.

No Idea How

A blanket statement could leave you so cold.

In Order (Favorite Movies List)

FAVORITE MOVIES OF ALL TIME

1. wicker park 
2. science of sleep
3. moulin rouge
4. fight club
5. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
6. donnie darko
7. the illusionist
8. a single man
9. closer
10. inception
11. new moon
12. blue valentine
13. garden state
14. seven pounds
15. forgetting sarah marshall
16. signs
17. the village
18. the kids are all right
19. v for vendetta
20. vanilla sky
21. mr. and mrs. smith
22. the curious case of benjamin button
23. scott pilgrim vs. the world
24. the strangers
25. brokeback mountain
26. never let me go
27. 8 mile
28. spice world
29. josie and the pussycats
30. mean girls
31. zoolander
32. the greatest
33. brothers
34. the shining
35. titanic
36. the reader
37. youth in revolt
38. twilight
39. sucker punch
40. the town

HONORABLE MENTION:
jennifer's body

500 days of summer
scary movie 3
wedding crashers

i'm still here

life or something like it

elizabethtown

juno

little miss sunshine

chloe
kick-ass