when i think of you i’m really thinking of me always selfish, i
what was i thinking? i brought it back from the dead in the cold winter
chat roulette →
i ate my entire lunch on chat roulette today. i regret showing you this and i regret knowing it myself atnight: once you start you can’t stop. i was supposed to leave my house twenty minutes ago. whoops.
can it ever be ‘too much too late’?
i just had like the worst dream ever. let’s recap: my mom was ‘hanging out with the wrong crowd’ ie: probably being an alcoholic over the course of the dream my dads father was dying/died, they wanted me to help carry his lifeless, cold corpse to the car to transport to the hospital. some cousin i never met was taking pictures thinking it was funny. i worked at some office job...
here's one for the memory box
nocaaaarsgo: anyways yeah about my nap dream about you
nocaaaarsgo: we were in like a weird wild west town
nocaaaarsgo: and we went into a shop where i suspected this guy was selling stuff illegally, like used xbox games and dvds and stuff
nocaaaarsgo: stolen material or pirated stuff
nocaaaarsgo: so we were gonna leave but then he kept pressuring us to buy something
nocaaaarsgo: so i used like mind power to call in a police helicopter and arrest him
nocaaaarsgo: and then you wanted to sleep with me
bananafiiiish: hahahahahahaha you're a real hero chris
nocaaaarsgo: you were turned on by my sense of justice
nocaaaarsgo: i mean it's not THAT far fetched ;P
bananafiiiish: which part isnt that far fetched?
nocaaaarsgo: you totally wanna sleep with me and i can summon helicopters with my mind
if i died today, would it make you a better person? would you lie in bed? would you go back to school? if i died today, would you see a movie? would you wear a dress? could you drive your car?
sexmusic: sour times // portishead
the spirit says, you are nothing
atnight: But you were young, and you had Plenty of time: Going west, You slept on the train and did not smile. Under you the plains widened, turned silver. You slept with your mouth open. You were nothing, You were snow falling through the ribs Of the dead. You were all I had —-larry levis i feel like reblogging this is necessary, given the circumstances
i don’t know why i beat myself up so much about not being able to write lyrics. i honestly could write something completely simple and literal and i would be fine with it. i mean, i find myself listening to the song “it’s never that easy, is it?” by los campesinos and thinking this line is great: “as if i walked into the room to see my ex-girlfriend / (who by the...