December 2009
56 posts
This is Genevieve, I have known her since 1997, friends since 1998. She is pretty much the sweetest person-thing in ever. Linkage: genericjabber.tumblr.com
He not busy being born is busy dying.
I am going camping now. I will come back less of a Wayne Kerr. Promise.
Ninety Mile Beach ftw.
In a Christmas Card
From one of my worries
Was an offering of reconcilement
To be fulfilled in the New Year.
Feelings of relief
Anticipation
and dread
Are to be felt
Instead of festive “cheer”.
We
Put our hands in
The esky
To see who could stand
The cold
For the longest
I was going to hold
Your hand
But I didn’t
…
Instead
We took our hands
Out of the
Icy water
I pinched your
Fingers
And you couldn’t feel
A thing
But it’s the life I chose, not the life that chose me.
He Says:
Why do I do this?
Don't tell me what my future will look like.
(via warren-is-all-in-your-head)
Yeah, bitchez, what he said…
I can remember everything. That’s my curse, young man. It’s the...
– Jedediah Leland
I'm going to.
Publish my draft posts now.
Apologies for hijacking your dashboard.
Hyperbole.
DROP EVERYTHING.
DROP YOUR INTERNET.
YOUR LAPTOP.
YOUR FUCKING PHONE.
YOUR DVD RECORDER.
SEINFELD ON CHANNEL GO.
PULL THE HEADPHONES OUT.
FORGET THE WALLET
THE FUTURE
DECEMBER
THE
14TH.
TAKE YOUR SHIT CLOTHES OFF.
YOUR FAVOURITE UNDERWEAR.
AND DON’T WORRY ABOUT
SHAVING YOUR
FUCKING
LEGS.
IT DOESN’T MATTER.
JUST JUMP.
WHENEVER YOU GET THE CHANCE.
OR BETTER STILL.
...
Pineapple Punch
I saw him today.
I saw him.
It was sunny.
He was wearing a white t-shirt.
And he was smiling.
I stopped sucking on my smoothie.
And looked him in the eye.
But he didn’t remember.
Me.
So I kept walking.
And sucked on my smoothie.
Until I got brain freeze.