things you don't notice by immense-chagrin, literature
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things you don't notice
when you live in the same house for a while
you grow used to the little things
the little regular things
the way the microwave beeps three times
and the oven beeps five when its hot.
the systematic jump over the fourth step
because it creaks.
the way the drips fall from the faucet
every ten seconds or so
unless its cold or on Sunday.
the way the sixth tile on the right is cracked
right at the corner, where grout meets grout.
you don't notice that the cabinet above the stove
opens to the wrong side
you've grown to expect the dirty mat
on which dirtier shoes lie.
and you don't even care
that every picture
is hung crooked.
rat
the normal kind of person by immense-chagrin, literature
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the normal kind of person
im one of those normal people
the normal kind of person
who scribbles numbers on envelopes
of yesterday's mail.
the normal kind of person
who chews the ends of writing utensils
until they no longer spread ink.
the normal kind of person
who takes comfort in little things
like warm towels on cold days
and noticing gas prices went down.
the normal kind of person
who reads cheap novels under dying lightbulbs
as their coffee slowly releases a comforting steam.
the normal kind of person
who eats foods that are unhealthy
(as they swallow pills for assorted conditions)
and couldn't be happier.
the normal kind of person
who writes a
some sort of wasted by immense-chagrin, literature
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some sort of wasted
i'm not a fucking WRITER.
i'm just a girl
who hates herself
and everything she
says
does
writes
touches
thinks about.
i'm just a human
that makes a lot of
mistakes
food
money
and everything i do
is a complete waste of
time
breath
money
space.
i'm fucking flawed.
and i dont expect you
to tell me otherwise
sometimes
i just want to spend the day
alone
and tranquil
with drugs
or alcohol
or SOMETHING
and just be
some sort of wasted.
but instead
i'm wasting everything else.
everything you've just read
was a waste of our time.
words dropping
like rain on a sidewalk
eventually theyre blending
and it doesnt mean anything
it's just another useless fight
to be confused with all the others
your words
my words
your points
my points
your blame
my blame
your fault
my fault
it isnt getting anywhere
stop trying
stop trying
it's meaningless anyway
as i've said before
and argument after
argument
isn't going to lead to a
solution
to whatever is the
problem
so i think i give up
not on us,
of course.
but on this argument
i apologized
and for once i meant it
and you keep bringing up
things that should make me guilty
and i keep apologizing
because
i swear that i'm dying by immense-chagrin, literature
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i swear that i'm dying
I'm going to start this the same way I start all of my writing: with some meaningless descriptions.
So here goes...
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Rain was beating against my car onto my windshield. The wipers were frantic, working to push the droplets out of my sight. It seemed like it was getting faster and harder, but I realized it was only because rain is no big deal when you're going 20 miles an hour. It's when you're going 50 that it gets in the way.
But when am I ever going 20?
I turned up the radio, listening as Amy Millan's gorgeous voice overshadowed my own, with the occasional backup from Torq Campbell. I love Stars. "All right, I can say what you wa
Sometimes, on the coldest days like today, my defroster is my enemy. It hates me more than anything does, and it likes to display its feelings. It refuses to work, and my windows fog up faster than sunrise in spring. Sunrises in spring are pretty foggy here, as well as just plain pretty.
But I'm not much for fog in general. I'm not much for snow, wind, cold, rain, clouds or any weather condition for that matter. But this wasn't real fog, so I guess I didn't have a problem with it. My windows were clear enough to see the surrounding red of brake lights and stop lights. They blinded me with the light that spread like explosions through the con
Tonight I whisper
"Goodnight stars,
I'll see you tomorrow"
I will lie in the snow
and stare into the sky
counting stars
For every star
there is a broken heart, or a lonely soul
but the light brings hope.
So we all lie down
and stare into midnight...
counting stars
Forgiving an Asshole by immense-chagrin, literature
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Forgiving an Asshole
My excitement was overwhelming as I picked out my outfit for the event of the month: a highly anticipated social event. Of course, can you blame me? I hadn't seen him in months. 'Him' being Sean.
Sean was a brightly shining star that stuck out in my night. I guess you could say he was an outcast, but that's what I thought was so great. He was different, not just the average kid, you know? He never cared about what people thought about him, or so I thought.
So I guess it was January 19th, I think. We were going to see Along Came Polly. He said something about bringing a friend named Mike or something, but I don't remember him saying anyt
The Wind whistles its stories of the past. Stories characterized by twists and turns and no foreshadowing of the next movement. From a spring whistle to an autumn howl, the Wind speaks out ever so passionately how it feels. The Wind carries in the happiness, or it takes it away.
Only the Wind can make a place seem so empty, so desolate, as if it were a wasteland. Only the Wind can scream out the way we all feel and speak for us all.
Only the Wind. Only the Wind.
You sit there, motionless except for the shaking of the train, staring out the window at the fast-moving, blurred surroundings. I haven't the faintest idea what you're thinking about, but i act as if i've known it all along. You believe the convincing look in my eye symbolizing my understanding, and you start to talk. Well, not talk, but whisper.
"I wonder what would happen if this train crashed right now." I had to strain my ears to hear, and I thought wondering just like you did. We both stopped moving, and stared out the windows together. They held dramatic darkness for our minds to interpret for themselves. I thought about the galaxies,
i write this on post it notes because im not a poet
i dont have black notebooks with ribbon bookmarks
and i dont have interesting thoughts
but i can tell you what i do have
a ten foot long list of things i hate
like
rain
ambulances
Republicans
and i cant remember the rest
i have a boy who holds me
and i have a job that i dont know how to feel about
i have a stuttering problem
i have a disease
and now i have a handful of post-it notes that mean nothing.
Current Residence: illinois (the land of lincoln) Favourite genre of music: alternative rock. indie rock. pop. r&b. hip-hop. rap. Wallpaper of choice: SNOWMISER Skin of choice: his against mine. lovelovelove. Favourite cartoon character: i don't watch tv. Personal Quote: 'fuck off.'
Favourite Visual Artist
who gives a shit. probably van gogh. i'm big on impressionists.
it is clear i am up to no good.
i love brand new.
today was amazing.
sam and i were up 'til like threesomething.
and then we woke up at like one.
at one forty ish my phone rang
boy
(my styrofoam coffin, asleep on the interstate)
i like bright eyes..
since i turned eighteen, i did start smoking again. i like parliaments and the pretty camels that are pink!!!
i have been staying out late a lot, and sleeping in late a lot.
too bad theres school.
ive decided i like real coffee, with two creams, 3 sugars.
tch does that qualify? probably not.
i got a new laptop. its yellow and a dell its a yell! (a yellow dell) i amuse myself.
last night i was out until about five
therefore i dont know if i am grounded tonight.
i have to call melissa.
she is sleeping over still, iduncare what my parents say.
yep pretty much boring
today was funtimes.
things are looking up?
(hope i don't get crushed)
ireallylikecottoncandy!
which reminds me of thomas!
"i like puppies
i like candy
i like cotton candy
& did you know theres no cotton in cotton candy?!"
aghhg.
FOUR DAYS.
Page 9 looks awesome.
I like the big picture at the bottom.
I couldn't look at it long, because I had Karla open it on her computer.
My computer for some reason wouldn't let me open it.
This issue is going to be pretty rockin.
i love you back for loving IX as well you need to play XII if you haven't already its fricken awesome!!! i'm in love with it almost as much as i am with IX thanx for the watch btw!!