October 2009
31 posts
GUESTBREAKER: Your High Horse.
dealbreaker:
For the love of God, they’re fucking chicken wings! You’re going to judge me on chicken wings? Really? They’re just spicy and delicious chicken wings. I’m really not sure why you’re being so negative about all this. No, I don’t want to check out that website. I don’t care what cool kids in Europe are doing. I’m trying to eat chicken wings and watch Blues Brothers but you’re...
GUESTBREAKER: You Don't Remember My Name.
dealbreaker:
We met a week ago and had a great conversation. You could not get that joke I made about your hair out of your head. OK, you can buy me a drink or five. Gulp, gulp, gulp. You’re going to be honest and lay all your cards out. You think I’m gorgeous and funny and you really want to kiss me. Sure, just one question: What’s my name? Long pause. That’s what I thought. You can’t...
“Liking interesting things doesn’t make you interesting.”
-Ben...”
“So why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn’t really even...”
There is a house built out of stone Wooden floors,...
Perks of Being a Wallflower
“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”— Stephen Chbosky
Every day i will post a new perks quote, because this book is just full of life and existence and reality.
I am a simple person. Or atleast I want to be. I don’t want many things, i just want the universe. Is that all too much to ask?
I want to breathe and run and watch the sky and have someone sing to me. I want to sing to someone. I want to send myself in heaps and mounds and drown him in affection, but I want him to float. I want him to swim. And I want to embrace every bone in his...
desire desire desire
so what..i want him…and i want him…and i want him. and i want him. how much of me does he have already? and how much of myself do I actually possess…and how much of myself would I recognize. and what exactly is it…that i want?
There is a house built out of stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills… Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust.. This is a place where I don’t feel alone This is a place where I feel at home……. Cause, I built a home for you for me Until it disappeared from me from you And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust……..
