How easy is it for you to like someone?
This weekend I’ma meet some people and try and figure out whether I am a judgmental person.
Will they be babies dressed as old people? Probably not.
I have no desire to go to Europe. I have no desire to see the Eiffel Tower, to see England… However I WOULD like to go to Tomorrowland. Not Europe for the sake of Europe though. I’d rather do Thailand.
eventually typing over and over again ESCAPE ESCAPE ESCAPE ESCAPE would do just as good as this poetry. oh well..
methodically slicing up my
and tossing them back overboard
since I was old enough
to dream of fish
that are always greener in other
the oil-spilled tide
is rolling in
this place is a
boarded up house
I cannot wait to stumble out of
there are things growing
in my fridge or
as though I have wasted everything
I am one year older
and all the constellations speak of a
wildness my feet have dreamed
of touching since I learned how to
the future is yanking my name
from his bucket of things to do
the map above my bed screams
the nails fastening it to the wall
suddenly sharp in my lungs
my shaking hands know only three words
I’m a closet claustrophobic
addicted to a future of
halfway between the here and
desperate to be lost
before my passport expires
I hang out with too many foreigners. Last night my friend told me he could possibly get me a job teaching English in Bahrain next year…. Now THAT is the kind of thing that changes everything. I really don’t think it will happen. I can’t. Things never work out and it’s doubtful this will either. Plus it would be REALLY dangerous to live there, especially as a woman.
escape escape escape
I’m going to Korea next summer. That is all
goodnight, travel well ~weebobeebo at deviantart.com
last night there was a blue moon (the 2nd full moon in one month) and I cannot remember ever having a better one.
One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is a certain poetic value in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance.
-Gilbert K Chesterton
I am such a freaking miser. I work instead of live. I want to travel so bad. It’s an ache in the back of my head, always. Next summer. I. am. going. somewhere. I balance on the edge of living, but I never actually do anything. I get on these riffs where I do nothing but google plane tickets.
I’ve been putting off life for so long
and you, well. you. You tell me of a girl who meant to leave and didn’t so
I swear I swear I swear up and down sideways through the gate and out the window that I’m getting out.