September 2011
1 post
July 2011
1 post
March 2011
3 posts
watchmetakemypantsoff asked: Hey! Your blog is pretty cool. Would you mind checking mine out and tell me what you think? Thanks in advance!
February 2011
6 posts
“I should like to write a violin concerto for you next winter. One in E minor runs through my head, the beginning of which gives me no peace.”
dbbstubmlr: haereo →
dbbo:
i am stuck, or sick. without a word all week i’ve waited. somehow i am wrong, always wrong. being patient is wrong. being assertive is wrong. doing everything you want (or at least what i guess that to be) is wrong. you have found a way to make your inability to communicate my problem. you don’t…
January 2011
5 posts
December 2010
2 posts
November 2010
1 post
October 2010
3 posts
September 2010
12 posts
acewombat:
New PORTUGAL THE MAN video for People Say!!!
The weather is turning toward where I want it to be. I feel much more at ease with myself at this time of year, but it’s also the loneliest time. Let’s do it, autumn/winter.
August 2010
8 posts
Now that I have my hard drive hooked up to this computer, I’ll probably start tumbl’ing more. I was absent due to lack of internet time, and therefore lack of interesting finds. I’m digging through the messes now, coming back to yous soon… all twenty of you.
Be complacent, those of you existing within your own acedia, knowing Belphegor will grip your thin fleeting ankles to drag you back below the fog under which the light radiates all the more lovely. Bear with the sullen smoke filling your lonely lungs, for if you cling to it deeply long enough, you will exhale the ghosts away in a calming breath. Sleep soundly, evading your tristitia inside of your...
Chelicerae
I am suspended in my own time by a thread coiled ‘round my throat by a spider. Hung here to see everything, understand nothing, counting down my miserable hours. The spider has not any young on which to feast, so my heart will suffice her hunger. She has a web twisted through my mane, an awful entanglement of which to contain me by. Yet I am content, for no other has once wasted its precious...
July 2010
60 posts
Mine Blues
I know I’ve posted this before, but if I were to write something now, it would come out similar to this, with bits of other bits that piece together my own self, but I don’t feel like creating anything new to leave behind…
“I walk in a cursive limp. Trapped in this fragile mindset. I’ve been watching days in passing rays, and I feel I have nothing left. I don’t...
Dear Hope,
I had you, but you’ve never returned any sentiment in full. I’ve seen small, shimmering glimpses time and time again, only for them to blind me and fade before my sight is restored. I don’t want to see any longer. Looking is taking its toll on me to the point of not wanting to be, even though I’ve never really been. Believe me, don’t go far....
I shouldn’t have watched St. Elmo’s Fire. I’m either really depressed or very hopeful… either way, still quite anxious.
I kind of feel like going far away. I just want to up and hit the road and end up where I may. I guess I’ll just sleep and let the dreams carry me off.
firstlinesmatter asked: What day is your birthday? Cause mine was last Monday and it was pretty damn depressing too. Boo!
I wonder if any of the handful of active followers I have use AIM? I’m kind of starved for conversation all of the time lately. Hit me up, let’s chat some talks. derekgbolton (I’m really unoriginal)