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09 February 2009 @ 08:23 pm
In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

The Quiet World
by Jeffrey McDaniel
19 December 2008 @ 09:08 pm

this 'ljsecret' secret fits me perfectly.
15 December 2008 @ 09:07 pm
way. too. much. going. on.
can. not. function.

just sweep me under a rug.
13 December 2008 @ 09:09 pm
honestly, i think this:

looks so fucking creepy. why would you want to sleep on that, or near it? it'd certainly cause me nightmares. i don't even like edward that much, but if it was a nice happy picture of him, yeah. but this makes me feel like he'd kill me in my sleep. which he'd probably do, since you know, he's a vampire.

just make me a chuck bass blanket/pillow, please. now that'd be a good night's sleep.
10 December 2008 @ 08:35 pm

let's start out by starting over;
new journal.

some entries public, some friends-only.
comment to be added to friends.