a random piece from my diary: by ice-screamo, literature
Literature
a random piece from my diary:
10:46 PM
I am going faster than time.
And that's not such a bad thing.
As I stare up at my ceiling,
it doesn't grow at all dilapidated
and fall and crush me.
It forever stays the same
while I am forever changing,
until I grow dilapidated.
It's really not such a bad thing
to go a million miles an hour
inside your own head.
I feel like I'm tired,
but I just keep running.
The sounds swirl with the lights.
The thoughts melt with the desires.
"And in that moment,
I swear we were infinite."
make something including bagels.
I have just grown such an obsession for them.
And sourdough.
And yogurt (or "yoghurt"). :)
Yes yes. I shall have my whole wheat carbs. :9
And my mood is llama. :peace:
How can some words,
when placed in a certain order,
make people
laugh
cry
yell
or thrust themselves off eight story buildings,
when they are just sounds projected from
a bag of bones
blood
and cries for attention?
[argh..my butt itches]
[From "Dreaming for Dummies" comment]
I know what you're doing.
I don't know what I'm doing.
Where am I going?
The other side of the floorboard...
I so fucking love you.
But she has nicer hair.
What a dilemma. Oh the drama.
Sell this chicken.
I want a llama.
Hahh. It was so funny at the time.
That made no sense. :)
somewhere in the corner by the faucet next to the toilet "lizzie" lol i remeber when you wanted me to call you that when we were YOUNGER lol and i moved my pictures here EXCEPT for 1