January 2011
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Seems like I keep losing followers every time I gain one. W T F. But it’s all good. At the end of the day, I post for myself.
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A new year does not always mean change.
You can think it’s going to erase all the bad memories. You can think that your slate will be wiped clean. But the truth is that it won’t. A new year is just another day to wake up to, no difference whatsoever. It won’t be like some sort of magic that’s going to rescue you. You’ve got to be the change that you want to see. People expect life to bring you back to where...
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Twat.
Nina: I think Hester Prynne was, excuse my language, a skank.
Mr. Griffith: A skank? So you don't think she was a victim at all?
Nina: Why should I? She brought it on herself. Perhaps you should embroid a red A on your wardrobe, you abominable tramp.
Olive: Perhaps you should GET a wardrdobe, you abominable twat.
nuggetism asked: I enjoy your posts. There meaningful and makes me think, each have a dark yet relieving truth about them. I guess the emotions are in all of us; Only when we aimlessly write could we bring them out- at times they sink into our souls. Just wanted to tell you this for some reason. Thanks.
nuggetism asked: I enjoy your posts. There meaningful and makes me think, each have a dark yet relieving truth about them. I guess the emotions are in all of us; Only when we aimlessly write could we bring them out- at times they sink into our souls. Just wanted to tell you this for some reason. Thanks.
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Dance With The Devil.
Let the needle touch upon the large record, broken, scratched and overplayed its cracks spill black dust. The sudden high pitch playing of possessed symphony clashes with demonic sounds of the piano made of the bones of decaying elephants. The lights in the room flicker and die down as the room is illuminated by eerie glows coming from the candles dripping with blood colored wax. And he...
December 2010
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Stranger.
That’s what others would describe you. They’d be doubting any sort of bond or connection I have with you. It’s not genuine, they’d say. It’s not real. It’s fiction. But tell me how I can care so genuinely about you? I sit in my bed at times and wonder what you’re up to, wishing we could actually hang out and socialize beyond the boundaries of some social...
Anonymous asked: please stop writing, you suck. honestly. your not inspiring or motivational, nothing to sympathize with or anything. your "passion" for writing doesn't even show in it. Honestly, your writing is amateur at best, and its nothing worth hyping up. Go follow a real dream, writing will get you nowhere.
Anonymous asked: please stop writing, you suck. honestly. your not inspiring or motivational, nothing to sympathize with or anything. your "passion" for writing doesn't even show in it. Honestly, your writing is amateur at best, and its nothing worth hyping up. Go follow a real dream, writing will get you nowhere.
Stupid fucking heart.
Why are you so stubborn? My mind knows that it’s not worth thinking about anymore, but you are so damn persistent. It’s like the blood that flows through my body is shared by that person’s blood, as if thoughts of us fuel my existence. As if by some odd nature, we’re still linked. Because you tell my mind otherwise.
I know that there’s still a possibility. Because...
The essence of time.
tranquilist:
This delicate line of time is the reason to the fabric of reality; thus making it the main contributor to our lives. I have yet to discover what is yet to come; and I’ve already established with myself to live within the real. Living with what is, rather than what was. The thing is, what “was” still haunts me. What is to come, is my fear of what may happen again. Let me try to break...
Anonymous asked: I['m beaterr woman than nicki i'm real so bby hit me awpZ@
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Fiction is desirable, reality is inescapable.
Dance With The Devil.
Let the needle touch upon the large record, broken, scratched and overplayed its cracks spill black dust. The sudden high pitch playing of possessed symphony clashes with demonic sounds of the piano made of the bones of decaying elephants. The lights in the room flicker and die down as the room is illuminated by eerie glows coming from the candles dripping with blood colored wax. And he...
Newton's Cradle
My velocity is my supremacy, I am God reincarnate and I’ll smite you with my swagger when I walk down these streets. I can make it rain with cash or blood thick as steel yet the whores still parade for a price of fame down these boulevards. Have you tasted the forbidden fruit? You seem tainted with the scent of innocent but you lie when you say that you’ve never seen the...
Revisiting the parking lot.
It’s still empty, babe and so is my heart but it’s still beating like the engine does in cars. When you left, only darkness came about and I shouted in my nightmares because I saw us standing there in the midst of the chaos. And our hands were intertwined like fate and destiny. Let’s rewind time because it’s your ghost I’m forced to see. As if you moved on to...
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“Show me the target so I can lunge and...
Apocalyptic Dreams
Gone are the nights of the broken glass, step aside. Zombie strippers are in. Guzzling hypnotic drinks filled to the brim with blood and a dash of fingernail on the side. They give lap dances to fat fucks who pride in dollar bill fans as they slap asses and kiss goodbye to their lives. Galaxies across the earth has begun to collapse; storms of stardust raining upon this universe as...
Nicotine affairs and unfaithful battles.
I’ve smoked cigarettes longer than I loved you; these words will migrate and form an arms race in the pacific. French kiss this clenched fist and bury these bullets before they are fired right through that thick skull of yours. I am a grenadier, lost in the Arizonian canyons, unarmed; held up by the wilderness alone. Hiding in the frail protection of my own shadow, I duck, in hopes of...
Black Swan.
I just finished watching that movie, and what can I say. It’s a masterpiece. And damn, Mila Kunis is such a sight. She’s just straight up beautiful.
But the movie itself was stunning yet disturbing. It really makes you question what you’re willing to sacrifice for perfection. For success. It succeeded on every level.
Highly recommended.
noelaniutw asked: mainlander dude talking about COCONUT WIRES!!!!
like really? there's no such thing!!
LMFAO!!!
like really? there's no such thing!!
LMFAO!!!
Anonymous asked: ohai boy, you are kyoot! hehe. I just recently followed you. *hint hint
noelaniutw asked: ahahahaha. omg!
that anon's question was PRICELESS!!!!
that anon's question was PRICELESS!!!!
Anonymous asked: so wait, you live on o'ahu? do you guys have plumbing and houses? how are you on a computer? is it connected by coconut wires? :O
Anonymous asked: Spank my ass and call me skippy :)
“Tell me would you kill to save a...
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Solitude vs. Loneliness
This is a mad world where all our senses are overexerted every day. We spend so much time worrying, stressing, crying over the things that do not matter. It seems that every human has a breaking point, and once it has been reached, there are very few ways to cure that sick feeling of hopelessness.
From a quick glance, loneliness and solitude seems to be one. Identical. But really, that’s...
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You were never permanent.
Like ink on paper, we clashed, resulting in perfection in the form of scripts and lavish sentences that depicted the movement that evolved into a force as we fought the resistance. We overcame the ban on our self-written literature, but you went ahead and became a ghost writer in a new tale of exhilarating young love, you gave in to demand, you set ablaze the promise of tomorrow. Sank the sun in...
Underestimation. →
tranquilist:
It’s a propensity for some people to ultimately assume what my capabilities are, and somewhat define for themselves of what the depth and aptitude of what I can do as a person. Do not be fooled just because of what you can see, my dear. Don’t base your judgment just of the physical components that is of me, because behind this external persona, is someone you have not even met...
Anonymous asked: Do you think distance can hurt a relationship?
Anonymous asked: What if your best friend was gay?
Anonymous asked: Are you a virgin?
Anonymous asked: What's the name of the girl you fell the hardest for? And why?
Anonymous asked: What's your opinion on gay people
danwin asked: Do you love me?
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wtfitsmelina:
Paranoia. Distrust. Love. →
tranquilist:
Caring for someone so much to an extent where apprehensive terms cannot be met, incomprehensibly unreachable, unfathomable that it is left inarticulate… can hurt.
Insecurity soon brews within the pits of your gut. Contrived and uncertainty, is it’s finest ingedients. How these little componenets conjure so much doubt, and ambiguity in the other individual that you care so much...
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We represent an entire generation.
With that said I’m disappointed with my generation, to be honest.
Love? Fuck love. That’s what our voice is saying. There are students having sex at middle school. They’re so young. But some have already gotten pregnant. They don’t know it yet, but their life is about to take a drastic turn. And it’s not a positive one. I see people everywhere abusing love. The word...
