February 2011
Watchaculturedkid:
360° Interactive Video
MIND BLOWN.
Not only is the video spectacular, but this may be my new favorite version of this song.
Do you ever sit back and wonder what the fuck you were so upset about?
Mohawk speakers use these prefixes somewhat idiosyncratically, as there are no absolute grammatical rules governing their occurrence. Alternatives are selected for personal and contextual reasons. This seems not to have always been the case. Samples of Mohawk spoken in the early twentieth century indicate a different, presumable traditionall, pattern in which the semantics of feminine prefixes...
January 2011
Today will be a good day. I will make it so.
I will.
(Now if only positivity could change the temperature into the double digits…)
I don't need you, and you don't need me.
Isn’t that liberating?
It’s been a revelatory kind of day.
Typically, I’m something of a dependent, mopey, reclusive kind of person. But…in the last three or so hours (right after I talked to Dan a bit about my snit with my friend) it’s like a switch was flipped.
Dan said we were both retarded. I attempted to defend myself, and in typical Dan fashion, he wouldn’t let me finish my...
It’s like a switch in my head and heart were just flipped.
Why should I have to hear that they care about me every ten days?
I really don’t.
I don’t give an actual fuck, because I’ll move on.
No, I didn’t have some sudden insight or motivation, something fall into my lap to make me want to get better and get out there.
I just said “Fuck it” and meant...
How can you not like poetry?
I’m not asking you to fall in love with a Shakespearean sonnet (I’m not that fond of them myself.)
You don’t ever have to pick up a dusty tome dating further back than the numbers on your grandfather’s grave.
All it requires is that you be human and appreciate what meaning can be, wrapped up in the hands of a skillful artist who cares enough...
Oh no. Oh no nononoNO. Don’t you try and turn this around and say I don’t hear “I love you” because I don’t ask. I shouldn’t have to be in a crisis, down on my knees, begging for you to say (or at least act like) I matter to you.
Done.
Well, here's a start:
Words are
so
much
more than the little things you write out, than the syllables you speak into empty space and bring to life like a creator god of legend.
They are the very
definition
of being human. They bring eras crumbling down to the dusty floor of history, exploding in an underwhelming bam of what we remember three decades from now, what we remember, how we remember why because someone wrote...
I want to pour words that fill the cups of others’ lives, but all I can do is sit here and steam over how you won’t do the same for me.
Three. Little. Syllables.
It’s all I wanted from you. I was even asking. Pleading, playing nice, almost down on my knees for that little rind of affection you might toss to the floor when you were full. It wasn’t an extraction, not a...
So, there’s this girl, right?
Says she’s my best friend and that I mean the world to her, that we’re sisters. I’ve complained about her before, but I’m just in a bitchy sort of mood. Not a depressed one, but a “fired up, call someone on the phone to call them out and be rash” mood.
I get a hold of her a few days ago, tell her I’m bored and lonely...
thesunlightpaintsusgold asked: But if you weren't awake then you wouldn't be posting all this amazing poetry. -.-
Anything good/cool/nice that has happened lately?
Anything good/cool/nice that has happened lately?
Ugh. Just do yourself a favor—if you have an appreciation for raw feeling, expression, and poetry, spend a little while watching “Brave New Voices” on youtube (or HBO).
I haven’t felt this moved by anything maybe ever, and every new artist, every new poem makes me want to rise up.
It’s probably not a good thing that I’m debating if I really need to be awake at all today.
I don’t know if any of you out there are the praying sort, but…well, keep me in mind, I guess.
I don’t know how I’m going to do this and I need to stop indulging in self pitying bouts of whining. I just don’t know how to make me start caring about me.
beforethefaceofgod asked: I forgot to add this link to the message I sent you. If you ever need a laugh-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkDeuTLtcWQ&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkDeuTLtcWQ&feature=related
I am so restless right now I can’t even sit through more than 20 minutes of a movie at a time.
I think I have some kind of anxiety disorder.
It’s amazing how swiftly my mood shifts. This can’t be healthy.
"Iris" cover →
Her voice is so haunting and the piano so lovely that I almost cry every time I hear this.
I’m too young to hate my life this much.
WatchApparently I need to date a cellist.
Excuse me while I attempt to drown my self-pity with mint Oreos, milk, and Young Frankenstein.
Now would be a good time for me to actually have friends in the area who would come spend time with me while my roommate goes back to his mom’s for the night.
Because I’m probably going to go to bed at 11, sad and bored. It’s unfortunate, since the rest of today was rather enjoyable.
Ugh. I have no life.
Today will be a good day. I will make it so.
I will.
Oh, I feel so much better, and my teacher even gave me an extension on the due date for my homework since I didn’t get the last page with the Zapotech morphology exercise.
Yes.
I just wanted to include the fun terminology.
Perhaps wolfing down that leftover Chinese wasn’t the greatest idea…
My stomach is rebelling. If I post later, it means I’m alive.
Obviously.