"in our darkest hour, in my deepest despair, will you still care?
will you be there?
in my trials and my tribulations, through our doubts and frustrations
in my violence, in my turbulence, through my fear and my confessions
in my anguish and my pain, through my joy and my sorrow
in the promise of another tomorrow,
i'll never let you part- for you are always in my heart."
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
oldies, but goodies.
6 AUGUST 2008
title: “consider this the bitterest goodbye…. kiss mine”
dear __________,
i am revoking your friendship. please do not bother replying or reapplying. all further inquiries can be directed to your lack of common sense.
thank you.
<3.
25 AUGUST 2008
title: introduction.
hi, i’m addy.
i’m ninteen years old, five foot nine inches short, and i have love handles.
i wear my heart on my sleeve, but there’s a steel bracelet hovering over it at all times. good luck trying to reach it.
my sense of self sucks, but my sense of others is impeccable.
i’m attracted to shallow men who spend more time primping than i do.
i attract shallow men who spend more time primping than i do. this is a problem.
i don’t believe that common ground is safe ground.
hi, my name is addy, and i plan on changing the world.
<3.
4 NOVEMBER 2008
title: i am a snowflake.
i am a snowflake. i am special and unique.
i am a hopless romantic, periodic existentialist, finite objectivist, and a timeless human being.
YOU are NOT a snowflake. hah.
title: “consider this the bitterest goodbye…. kiss mine”
dear __________,
i am revoking your friendship. please do not bother replying or reapplying. all further inquiries can be directed to your lack of common sense.
thank you.
<3.
25 AUGUST 2008
title: introduction.
hi, i’m addy.
i’m ninteen years old, five foot nine inches short, and i have love handles.
i wear my heart on my sleeve, but there’s a steel bracelet hovering over it at all times. good luck trying to reach it.
my sense of self sucks, but my sense of others is impeccable.
i’m attracted to shallow men who spend more time primping than i do.
i attract shallow men who spend more time primping than i do. this is a problem.
i don’t believe that common ground is safe ground.
hi, my name is addy, and i plan on changing the world.
<3.
4 NOVEMBER 2008
title: i am a snowflake.
i am a snowflake. i am special and unique.
i am a hopless romantic, periodic existentialist, finite objectivist, and a timeless human being.
YOU are NOT a snowflake. hah.
purposefully repressed [excavated from the black heart of a negress]
like i said before i had a blog before this... many blogs before this.
i left the last one with the intent to never rediscover it. it was a blog created for and by all the worst reasons to make a blog - writing for someone else.
and i started to realize this, and my posts became more pointed and bitter.
until i finally stopped writing it.
a little over a week ago, i received an e-mail saying someone commented on it, and it had been the first thought i have given to that blog since the day i abandoned it. long story short; repression works, folks.
i won't try and hide it; so if you ever wanna see the definition of forced blogging and false emotion, you can read it here: http://splendorinthegrass.wordpress.com/
i was quite literally, writing someone else's disrepair in my words... and that someone else took my words and plastered them elsewhere as their own. in light of these repressed and very much recalled memories i went back to the blog, and i found a few gems among the rubbish. and i'll be re posting them here, cause i'm proud of them. they are the few momemnts of yes, bitter, but reality that i had in that god forsaken blog.
i left the last one with the intent to never rediscover it. it was a blog created for and by all the worst reasons to make a blog - writing for someone else.
and i started to realize this, and my posts became more pointed and bitter.
until i finally stopped writing it.
a little over a week ago, i received an e-mail saying someone commented on it, and it had been the first thought i have given to that blog since the day i abandoned it. long story short; repression works, folks.
i won't try and hide it; so if you ever wanna see the definition of forced blogging and false emotion, you can read it here: http://splendorinthegrass.wordpress.com/
i was quite literally, writing someone else's disrepair in my words... and that someone else took my words and plastered them elsewhere as their own. in light of these repressed and very much recalled memories i went back to the blog, and i found a few gems among the rubbish. and i'll be re posting them here, cause i'm proud of them. they are the few momemnts of yes, bitter, but reality that i had in that god forsaken blog.
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