North Woods, 1867, by Homer Dodge Martin
☁CLOUDBURST
amanda. seattle/boston. 2013.
| Amanda: | i hate the css profile |
| i want to kill everything | |
| but i'm glad that i'm doing it now instead of later | |
| omg doing this with my sister is so great | |
| she has an aptitude for looking at billions of numbers | |
| i'm going to make her do my taxes in the future | |
| Alex: | ...this is like |
| child exploitation | |
| i'm picturing a sweatshop | |
| where kids are forced to do taxes | |
| and you are walking around with a duster in your hand | |
| ready to beat up a kid at the first sight of an arithmetic error | |
| the room is drafty | |
| kids are wearing thin shirts and no shoes | |
| you are wearing a leather coat and boots | |
| outside is snowing | |
| the gusty wind pounds the thin window panes | |
| inside is the sound of silence | |
| only the croaky moan of pencil against paper | |
| there flickering light is a symphony of despair | |
| the smell of sulfur is a poem of sorrow | |
| inside the decimals and numbers are the dreams of childhood | |
| the stings of frozen fingers are the only constants | |
| and in their tiny worlds | |
| there are no variables | |
| for tomorrow is a reprise of yesteryear | |
| and memory is a weight they do not bear | |
| the end |
Sunday 1/22/2012
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Tuesday 1/17/2012
“Your Ex-Lover Is Dead” by Stars
There’s one thing I want to say, so I’ll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I’m not sorry I met you
I’m not sorry it’s over
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save
25 Lives
Came across this little story on Livejournal when I was looking for inspiration for my creative writing class. Thanks to Toni’s blog, I remembered how much I loved this.
25 LIVES by tongari
(via spacetime-inspector)
Sunday 1/15/2012
