fuck my whole life
I can’t wait for friday and not only because it’s the weekend.
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” - Pablo Neruda “love is a morning fog that burns with the...
Well I can see the words inside your silence, but I can’t speak about your pain for you how long can you burn for anyways turning over and back again with tongues ablaze. like lions without teeth…hungry…staring at the forest with flames in our eyes talking with the trees if we can drift long enough, we’ll be home. sails blown by the fire within pushing me to you and you can...
ughhhhh I’m so excited right now!.
you blew it! have taken my cat and my ex-girlfriend. I’m doing shots of gasoline this weekend.
Had a show at backbooth last night that looked like it was gonna be a total bust but ended up being really nice. We met some cool new local bands, there was a good turnout, and we played really well and I feel really good about the direction were going even though we have only played three shows with the lineup as is. We are in the process of getting cd’s printed and also some new shirts...
They might have burned
But the priests were out taking turns Showing nuns what they had discerned about their bodies, In the dark They carried on, from the evening until the dawn Like they should have been all along Making harmless sparks Instead of breaking little boys hearts God knows, if you noticed the millions of small holes And ponder the weight of an apple Compared to the trouble we’re in Then some grown...
Another post while im drinking. Who woulda thunk...
Listening to good music while i sit with some people i dont wanna be around and some people i want to disassociate with the aforementioned lame people so i dont have to listen to their incessant bullshit and talk to the people i care about and want to converse with. What are friends for? - matt. Or if i was mnny. - mtt
This is me
neglected and obsolete, i am incomplete. this is me returning to my stability. this is me giving up and learning not to feel a thing. we all work, eat, sleep, repeat. every one is a machine. this is me preparing my grave in the shade, learning that everyone loses their place under the sun eventually. this is me dealing with my discontentment and deficiency. i am handing in my registration and...
sat in the treehouse almost all afternoon
until it rained still no conclusion.
My awkardness generally leads to hilarity. But where will it lead me. Probably to stupid tumblr posts. ALRIGHT. bed time for young matt.