"Awake in flames in this disfigured city I call...
Algún día habrán sentído lo que se le denomina “crúda de ingeniero”, pero les aseguro que la desvelada de escritor es aún más derrotadora.
Maybe I didn’t save Latin, but I’m trying my hardest to save you.
Have you ever seen a girl right before they go to bed? They look like swamp creatures. They put their hair back in a tight ponytail, wash their face, and remove all their make up. What you get is some sort of… beady-eyed pig thing. The daily facade drains down the sink and the person you thought you knew, their “hotness” or whatever guys in boatshoes call it, ceases to be....
…#2 (This one is a lot shorter and you probably won’t understand why it’s funny) About a year ago, Caleb Shiver sends me a message on Facebook. ”Hey man, I see you play drums. What kind of music do you play?”. And I was like, “uhh… Death metal, hardcore, alternative, stuff like that”. To which he replies, “do you play any...
I hate myself every day. Except in the bathroom on the second floor of the library. I always look good in that mirror.
Her senior prom is on our anniversary.
This isn’t funny anymore. I need to sleep. Meeeeeeep. What’s the craziest think you’ve ever done inside a car? Haaaa. I hated Tennessee. Is that how you spell it? It’s the revenge of the Native Americans. Do any of you know what it’s like to love someone who never existed? It’s a trip. We humans will believe anything in times of desperation. I’ll write you...
If to truly love means giving all of yourself away, let nothing of me remain. This has been such a physically exhausting week. My body needs rest.
Women have this like god-given ability to smear things on bread. I tried to make myself a sandwich but I ended up tearing the loaf with the knife.
One of the most memorable things my father has ever said to me was, “when your braces treatment is finished, you’re going to be tearing off bras with your teeth”. Circa 2004.
At school, I purposely walk through the smoking areas because it reminds me of going to shows at The Masq (even though I don’t plan ever plan on smoking, the scent is nostalgic). The US embassy approved my visa. I’m coming home.
So maybe I’m being unusually cruel to myself about this whole thing. I look in the mirror, place my hands over certain parts of my body and I feel like the most obese person on the planet. How could I have let myself gain so much weight? I’m afraid to step on a scale because I don’t want it to hit me in the face, so I’ll just keep working out until my body feels right...