I have all of these exciting things to say but I detest talking at times.
Pick-up Lines for Pathetic Poets: 21
I am a reckless love song and you are my hopeless intention.
Anonymous asked: I agree with the last anonymous....you are actually amazing
Anonymous asked: So not only are you an incredible writer, but you're also attractive, and an incredible guitar player/singer. Please just live. Live.
the water in the bathtub is high, and I am much too high to see and as my head sinks ‘neath the surface it’s getting easier to breathe I thought I was a chemical bond, two parts love and one part joy, but all I’ve figured out is I am two parts paraphanalia and one part restless boy but if I was a bird, I’d be that crane from that story that dies it’s not...
that awkward moment when Jake and I can’t sing
Obit.: She thinks I’m the sky, guesses I hardly... →
obit: She thinks I’m the sky, guesses I hardly know myself, presses her fingers at the easy faint lines just below my eyes to point at worlds I might be hiding. Says, You think you fooled everybody don’t you think you can sweep us off our feet without ever opening your eyes: Static sounds from… jesus fucking christ why are you so good
it’s sunny and raining here this has got to be some kind of metaphor for something
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scottiehughes: this is how you write poetry: belly-up in the gutter, dull rings of petrol marring the edges and rainbowing grey hues across the sidewalks, like someone wrung a sunset, fuschia against storms; we let doors slam on our way out into the evening, steering through cold-clotted woolen stares from…
I Live in The West.
Granted, it’s not so much “The Wild West” anymore as it once was, but there are still pieces of legends here in an evening breeze. There are ghost towns within about 2 hours of where I live in any direction you please. Tumbleweeds roll across the highway with comforting regularity, and most of the people who live here have at least seen a horse and have a real back yard. I grew...
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eleven12eleven: You left and you left and you left and you quit and everybody leaves and leaves me empty and alone and sad and wondering and questioning and drinking and not knowing what to do when everything seems redundant and pointless except for a few people who keep me going like you and… Lexy is more eloquent than I am when she’s drunk. I can barely type at...
and when I lie in my bed all my beautiful thoughts commit suicide before I fall asleep
You Wouldn't Believe Me If I Told You
At least I don’t think you would but I Do miss you. When the guitars and the voices are too loud to hear, when my truck doesn’t start (more and more often these days) and in the small shudders down the middle of my back I never told you I could love you. I can’t. And I know from experience (or something like it) that it’s better to have nothing than to...
Obit.: She never was happy, was she? Even if he... →
obit: She never was happy, was she? Even if he awkwardly placed his hands above her hands in a clumsy manner that says more that he’s trying to care than that he cares, she couldn’t appreciate the attempts because he felt so maneuvered to attempt and at the most frustrating of her days she just told him…
Pick-up Lines For Pathetic Poets: 19
I came over here with the intention of seducing you.
The Bushes Aren't Your Bed But They'll Do
Oh sing to me soft on your sweet subtle wind and tell me a story we both could star in It’s been one frigid fight and I know I won’t win but I think that I could if you showed me your skin It’s been too long since last night and the future’s too far I’d rather eclipse through your thighs in my car but I know that you’ll call me another mistake ...
When you dream about it so often that it’s routine to wake up with echoes on your lips and an empty chest where her head ought to be resting seems mundane kissing somebody in real life bears no discernible difference.
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Anonymous asked: You may have all the facts about feminism, but you'll never truly understand what it feels like to be a woman in a society that constantly degrades them.
inappropriate for the workplace
americanmasters: hi my name is annie i have two cigarettes for breakfast on weekdays and i sleep until four p.m. on the weekends i have tried to kill myself two and a half times i have unrealistic aspirations such as being a folksinger in the 1960s i write shit poetry it doesn’t keep me sane it’s not that easy you don’t know i’m studying math because everything else is worse than gum in your...
Erin: I have a story.
Me: I bet it's a wine story.
Erin: I'll grab the glasses.
(an hour later)
Erin: I have more wine...
Me: Thank god story time.
You can't stop the shaking:
because some of us are just looking for somebody to shake with.
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scottiehughes: Light-holes burnt through the canvas of thin smoggy night-scapes, even though the city was a few miles off. She parked her pickup out front in the space next to mine. It was eleven before she walked in and she stayed to close the place, but she hadn’t come with anyone else, until I’d gotten her…
One Night Last January
I met this girl I’d never met before. She had strong cheekbones. I fell in love. Six hours of beer, dancing, and talking in sparse smiles and that weird kind of magnetism where you don’t really know somebody but you know you’d like what they have to say about breakfast the next morning, and I was sleeping next to what I deemed a either an angel or a girl who goes blind...
and I’m never gonna love you the way the stars deserve– Hatchett
My Top Thoughts About You:
1: You collar bones make me want to do things. 2: She’s crazy man she’s crazy man she’s crazy man 3: She doesn’t give a fuck about you anymore she said so 4: I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you 5: I think her smile is better than a sunrise 6: It’s probably both unhealthy and creepy that you’re still not...
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scottiehughes: she drove in all silver then and scraped her initials on the wall next to the band stickers from 1992 that no one remembered and when she pulled her hair back I saw the curling clover tattoo that marked the back of an STP cover when it first came out, the last time they sold out a show (a …
Break-Up Lines for Pathetic Runners: 7
and I’ll squeeze you tighter and crack your ribs, as if narrowing the space between beating hearts would ever narrow the chasm between our souls
Pickup Lines for Pathetic Poets: 16
Let’s strip with our backs to each other like sight has a meaning and we’d rather not know.
I don’t like adjectives anymore.
: some days you don’t have anything to share.
Anonymous asked: u shud do that one about da beetles song mang dats a winna 4 sure das gunna get u AWWWLLLLLL da bitches
Me: Rebecca Black is hot.
Kyle: In a weird, too wholesome kind of way.
Me: if she was in a catholic school uni-
Kyle: Wait. Do you think she's classy enough for pearls?
Kyle: Would you have sex with Rebecca Black if she was wearing pearls?
Kyle: What are you, on coke?
Kyle: How about without pearls?
Kyle: What if she was wearing a rosary?
(all while strumming guitar with sunglasses on)
I had an epiphany
eleven12eleven: Babies are like printers: They just sit there making obnoxious sounds while colorful crap comes out of their openings.
Post-Rock Concert Conundrums
The trees are flashing us. The goldenrod bushes radiate blossoms as if the sun went out last night and is still hungover from the moonshine. It’s at moments like this that I feel like a nature poet, transcendental as fuck. But the thing is, I hate transcendentalism. Much as I feel about surrealism, feminism, sexism, any -ism you’d like they’re all ways of...
michaelcd-deactivated20120718 asked: When you write, what do you think about? When I write I blank, it's like something else has my hand, directing the pen with a little input from me. I'd like to know how you feel.
holes in the shoes count for extra lives in smash bros guys. Hey internet. if that was true, I’d have so many extra lives it’s not even funny.
If I had a flower for ever syllable of laughter I ever got from you, I might have a rose garden on a desert breeze. If I had an apricot tree for every smile I hope to gain, we’d run out of room real quick and the world would really get to hate apricots, but I’d eat every single one to the core dripping juice down my chin and not wiping it away because it reminds me of the...
Anonymous asked: Dust-Dancing
boxwineconnoisseur-deactivated2 asked: do you actually say those things to girls?
Anonymous asked: Could I have the chords to one of your songs? I wanna try playing one. Any of them!
I tore the night open but you weren’t there just the leftover sparks of our love. I think they’re calling them stars now.