February 2009
you like yourself dear child, do you not?
he asked me with a condescending tone:
“do you even know what pace is?”
why yes good sir. in fact, indeed, yes sir, i do.
January 2009
mayhaps it were true.
“*sings*
“my brains not functioning!”
– jessica
wow, it smells fantastic. →
“fuck! how do you know me?! how do you know im so cool?!”
– chibs
foolish lad. →
“starcraft 2, im sure, will be fucking demanding, and i want to play that on...”
– erik
“you know … those days when im socially challenged…”
– phil.
what a pleasant surprise. →
boy, learn to add.
an old familiar aromatic scent. →
“i’d get angry with athletic ease, break common laws in twos and threes
if...”
– voxtrot’s the start of something
for these alone are the concerns of man. -the epic... →
stop running away.
“i woke up to the rain.”
– eJoy
just tell me. →
i sleep in the fetal position because of what youve done to me.
the clouds are quiet today. →
shraya: i always see you dancing.
matt: ... what?
shraya: or like skipping, youre always skipping.
matt: like what?
shraya: *does a little skip.* oh nevermind.
matt: no please, demonstrate.
shraya: its like youre always dancing.
great expectations. →
didnt your mother teacher ever mention that you should never take a condescending tone when asking for help?
i couldnt help noticing. →
331. Be subtle. She sees you.
(via rulesformyunbornson)
Thursday, January 22, 2009 →
Wednesday, January 21, 2009 →
oh oh oh oh oh shit shit. →
hmm.
more alike than i thought.
im losing myself.
rather ironic, i must say.
i bruised my finger today. →
Saturday, January 17, 2009 →
Friday, January 16, 2009 →
“its easy to step on toes when youre not looking.”
– tim and me.
facade. →
i swear the past seven days were my male pms.
facade. →
what a shit of a day.
clenched fists.
i need to grow up. ferreals.
im so fucking upset with myself. its beyond disappointment. i need to grow the fuck up.
“youve had this serious face on all day, since morning…”
– jessica.
im willing to find out what impossible means -...
ive suddenly and abruptly remembered why i dont talk to people about these things.
maybe i just find it uncomfortable to think, is it really that intricate and complex of a concept?!
it is so much easier said than done.
and so it begins, why hello dear child.
aimlessly aimlessly aimlessly.
this is normally when id ask for my composure back, but now im not really sure who to ask it back from....
composure dear child, composure. →
this is a problem. →
out of my mind with wonder. →
why hello. →
“what kind of question is that?!
i hate myself.”
– little manhattan.
in the worst way. →
thirty three winks. →
macro.
i am a patient man on so few levels.
give it back, i implore you! →
fluids. →