(and you’d better be alone)

Why does this song relax me so much?   why why why why why (kyu).
This is the kind of stuff I used to listen to.

 I need more.

When I meet someone and they ask me what kind of music I like, I find it very hard to answer.  It’s like being psychoanalyzed, everyone is going to think they know you.

NO ONE CAN KNOW YOU. It’s impossible. Even if you tried to give them yourself, your essence will slip through the cracks.  I don’t even think we are equipped as humans to understand and dig into everything that makes up another person.  It’s hard enough to even understand yourself.  All else is arrogance.

It bothers me that people get me wrong.  It bothers me when people tell me what decisions to make, how each one will affect my life.  Do not presume to fortune tell with me. Do not presume that you are being helpful.  I am open to mistakes.  Let me make my own.

This was disjointed.   I more or less apologize (*less).

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THE COLOR OF LOW SELF ESTEEM

what i never
learned
from my mother
was that
just because someone desires you
does
not mean they value you.
desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
and
leaves you starving.

miguu

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Because you look like, what I feel like, when I’m with you

 

Some Last Questions – W.S. Merwin
 
What is the head
                A.  Ash
What are the eyes
               A.  The wells have fallen in and have
                     Inhabitants
What are the feet
               A.  Thumbs left after the auction
No what are the feet
               A.  Under them the impossible road is moving
                     Down which the broken necked mice push
                     Balls of blood with their noses
What is the tongue
               A.  The black coat that fell off the wall
                     With sleeves trying to say something
What are the hands
               A.  Paid
No what are the hands
               A.  Climbing back down the museum wall
                     To their ancestors the extinct shrews that will
                     Have left a message
What is the silence
                A.  As though it had a right to more
Who are the compatriots
               A.  They make the stars of bone
 
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I love this.  All my classes are about reading.  I love being an English major, except for all the pretentious people in my classes.  There aren’t as many as I had first thought though.
beautiful earmeal for you.

something about skylines and riverbeds.

I’ve been writing horrible all caps poetry

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Any time you’re using all caps in such a manner… this thing ain’t winning literary prizes any time soon. 


p.s.

I AM GOING TO SEE ATMOSPHERE LIVE IN SEPTEMBER AND I AM SO EXCITED PEOPLE ABOUT TO GET MARRIED WOULD BE JEALOUS.