December 2010
139 posts
Om Nashi Me.
i have sneezed a total of four times this mornin.
i have my spy boots on.
im about to go break fast and the humble abode of WAFFLES.
“im ready to explore the uninviting abyss that envelops the land beneath the souls of my feet. the flames kiss my knees , with their tongues wiggling in the wind. the two marbles in my face slowly melt into a nothingness puddle acute to my brain. i am...
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W O R D S D E C O R A T E M Y C E I L I N G.
When happiness is carried to an extreme or crosses over into mania, it is called euphoria. Euphoria may outwardly resemble ecstasy or rapture, but upon closer examination, it is usually found to be exaggerated and out of proportion
its rather windy.
sneeze.
breeze.
watch your kneeze.
Anonymous asked: you live for pretentious metaphors.
im so in love.
with the moon.
wishing you the merriest christmas you've had yet....
mmmm , life is so amazing. it never fails to surprise me.
with is ever so horrific downs. teaching me to f l o a t o n.
and its lovely ups. that make me grin for days on end.
life is something ive learned not to take for granted, and know that im privileged to have it.
and this December twenty fifth , i believe i have reached the wondrous beginning of the peak of my years. for i...
lame |lām|adjective
1 (of a person or animal) unable to walk normally because of an injury or illness affecting the leg or foot : his horse went lame.• (of a leg or foot) affected in this way.
2 (of an explanation or excuse) unconvincingly feeble : it was a lame statement and there was no excusing his behavior.• (of something intended to be entertaining) uninspiring and dull.• (of a person) naive or inept, esp....
and no one caught me.
you know when , you look in the mirror. after you haven’t for a long time , and you fall over a little?
i mean sure ive looked in the mirror passing by , or close up to inspect a pimple. or to apply a swoop of mascara.
but i haven’t really just looked in a while. i mean , thats what people have to stare at when im talking.
i never really imagined it that way. i look so…...
health , wealth , and happiness.
i cant find beauty in perfection.
floating.
we are small specks of dust in an giants eye.
i stole the moon from the sky tonight.
and i dont want to give it back.
but i must , for that sunshine coolin
is breathing in my ears
like a sick beaver.
