finally we are no one

I finally made another icon. This one is for Chrome and it goes on your dock. Click the picture to download on deviantART.

How I pick out outfits, ha.

i’m afraid floating.
just hiding below the sky
sinking undersea.

skeleton pristine
a ghost of virginity
quiet nicotine

“God, they smell like death,” she said.

Scattered along the floor were a countless number of caterpillars. Some inched towards the walls, but most lay still in their obnoxious stench.

“They are dead. Well, most of them,” I replied nasally.

i could feel the stomach acid bubbling up like a volcano inside me when we pulled up. the engine rumbled along in unison for a minute, and then it died. we stepped out onto the wet grass. tonight, i’m a masochist. he flew into the beehive and i stood alone for a few minutes in the dark.

a couple of years ago, i stood alone dangerously close to a beehive. though i did this quite often, it never seemed to fully satisfy my eccentric curiosity. they were complex and algebraic and i stood peacefully inside their humming repose.

as i stood in the dark, i could feel my face illuminated by the carnival’s nauseous lights. i could feel myself in third-person.

i’m sinking into the robotic sickness.

This is so cool. I’m a math nerd.

Here are some things I want to do.

Learn French.
Learn to play the ukulele.
Get a camera and do photography.
Write more.

To Colin, tampons were a little bit like grizzly bears: he was aware of their existence, but he’d never seen one in the wild, and didn’t really care to.

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An Abundance of Katherines by John Green

This is a funny quote from this cute book my girlfriend let me borrow.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

“Die Alone” Ingrid Michaelson

I’m in love with a girl. Her name is Sara. This is a song to describe the way I feel.