Someone who fascinates you and why.
I believe his name is Jon
I have no idea why he fascinates me so much, I wish I did.
April 2011
What am I supposed to do without you next year? We often joke about not having friends but it’s true, you are truly one of my last true friends if not the only one. Next year, I’m going to be walking the hallways without you and I don’t know what to do.
Why I Hate Reading Maps
I have unrolled a map
onto my kitchen table
and put one finger
where you are and
another where I am.The space between
is only inches. That close,
I could feel you breathing.
I could reach out and
run my fingers through
every strand of your hair,
touch your lips and
barely need to move.In the corner of the map
there is a guide for judging scale:
every inch a hundred miles
full of roads and rivers and trees,
the guide a sharp reminder
that you are where you are
and I am where I am,
inches apart.
This poem © Gabriel Gadfly.
Your favorite movie and what's it about.
The Aristocats
A butler stealing kittens.
pretty girls with tiny boobs on tumblr give me hope.
Hope for me too, girl.
A problem that you have had.
Not caring enough.
How have you changed in the past 2 years.
I’ve changed from a strongly-opinionated, loud-mouthed, weird girl to a strongly-opinionated, loud-mouthed, weird girl who smokes pot.
I don't want my biggest regret as I graduate high school to be letting all the cunts keep their confidence.
GET OVER YOURSELF. Dying your hair to look like a fucking attention whore will NOT get you anywhere! Neither will bringing your fucking ukulele! Its totally annoying and its got to stop. We all thought the whole ukulele thing was sort of cute at first, but now its really just fucking out of hand. You annoy the shit out of everyone. And I know what you will say, “Just fucking ignore me then and dont talk to me” blah blah shit. Well guess what, WE CANT. Everywhere I go, you are the only person I see. You dont want attention? Well you are FUCKING FAILING AT IT. Now I’m sure you’re thinking “Well my ukufuckinglele is the only way for me to not smoke fucking weed” Well too bad, play your fucking insturment at home! KAY? good GOD you bother me! dont you dare answer this with a smart ass comment.
“I don’t know much about her but I’m kind of infatuated with this girl. Or maybe it’s the idea of her that I’ve created. I found myself thinking about her tonight on a walk under some makeshift constellations struggling through the light pollution of Boston, fleeting thoughts coming and going like New England snowfalls. It’s not a lusty, I-want-to-fuck-her kind of deal. I want to hold her close and sing her soft rainstorm melodies and move her in a way that makes her feel unspeakably alive because there’s nothing that has touched her to the core like that in a long time. I want to bear my soul to her in the way that symphonies are written, so that at its completion, my story will have completely enveloped her like B minor at the predawn of a snow-covered day, and she’ll realize that there is nothing more painfully right than the overlap of the lines on our palms and all the countless intersections of her eyes (beautiful, sun-drenched) and mine.”
—transcendence
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“When you find a man
Who transforms
Every part of you
Into poetry,
Who makes each one of your hairs
Into a poem,
When you find a man,
Capable,
As I am
Of bathing and adorning you
With poetry,
I will beg you
To follow him without hesitation,
It is not important
That you belong to me or him
But that you belong to poetry.” —Nizar Kabbani
Who transforms
Every part of you
Into poetry,
Who makes each one of your hairs
Into a poem,
When you find a man,
Capable,
As I am
Of bathing and adorning you
With poetry,
I will beg you
To follow him without hesitation,
It is not important
That you belong to me or him
But that you belong to poetry.” —Nizar Kabbani
You're like a dream to me. It's as if you know exactly what I like and I can't get enough of you.
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Fuck Shit.: If your like me and you go to DMHS you'll understand this.. →
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I’m fucking fed up with everyone! And i mean fucking everyone, i hate all my “friends” Their all fake, all the girls at DMHS are fake and its getting fucking old. They laugh at girls that smoke weed and have bright pink hair but at least their real, and they dont give a fuck about what anyone else…
Love girls like you, Reem.
Welcome home, Eos. :)
She was the dawn Goddess every morning she awoke and used her rosy fingers to open the gates of heaven. This enabled her brother Helios (the sun God) to ride his chariot across the sky. She also brought forth the hope of a new day.