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n. the unsettling realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill…

shaving23spiders:

His palms are sweaty, knees weak
arms spaghetti
there’s vomit on spaghetti already
mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
to drop bombs
but he keeps on spaghetti

Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.

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—	Lemony Snicket (via d3nmwaush)

animalstalkinginallcaps:

[IS SHE STILL TALKING? IS IT MY TURN? HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE I SAID SOMETHING? WHAT WAS THE LAST THING I SAID? HAVE I TALKED AT ALL? IS SHE TALKING TO FILL THE SILENCE WHERE MY TALKING SHOULD BE OR IS SHE JUST MAKING NORMAL CONVERSATION THAT I’M NOT FOLLOWING? OH GOD I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE’S BEEN SAYING. HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN WONDERING ABOUT HOW LONG IT’S BEEN SINCE I TALKED? FIVE MINUTES? AN HOUR? SHE COULDN’T HAVE BEEN TALKING FOR AN HOUR, COULD SHE? IS SHE TALKING RIGHT NOW OR IS IT MY TURN? WHAT IS THE LAST THING I SAID? DID SHE ASK A QUESTION? WAS THAT A QUESTION? OH GOD HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE SHE STOPPED TALKING? DON’T PANIC. JUST THINK FOR A MINUTE. NO! YOU’VE BEEN THINKING FOR AN HOUR WHILE SHE’S BEEN TALKING. SHIT. OKAY, THINK BACK. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING SHE SAID? OH, THIS IS BAD. THIS IS NOT GOOD. HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE SHE STOPPED TALKING? LIKE, TEN MINUTES? OKAY, STOP THINKING AND JUST … SAY … SOMETHING. ANYTHING.]

… SORRY, I MISSED THAT LAST PART.

I ASKED IF YOU WANT ANY MORE POT.

NO. NO, I THINK I’M GOOD. THANK YOU.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I’M MAKING A LANDING STRIP FOR YOUR FACE PLANE. WITH ITS CARGO OF KISSES.

I WORRY ABOUT YOU SOMETIMES.

DON’T WORRY, CAPTAIN. WE’LL GUIDE YOU IN. JUST CONTINUE ON YOUR CURRENT COURSE.

I MEAN IT. I LOVE YOU, BUT THERE’S A WIRE OR TWO LOOSE IN THAT BRAIN OF YOURS.

EVERYTHING’S LOOKING GREAT. REVERSE YOUR ENGINES. BRING IT IN NICE AND SLOW.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

ARE YOU OKAY?

NO! I WAS IN THE ELEVATOR AT WORK AND THAT GOTYE SONG CAME ON. EVERYONE STARTED CRYING. I HAD TO COME HOME.

‘SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW’?

UH HUH.

DAMN IT, I THOUGHT THEY BANNED THAT SONG FROM PUBLIC RADIO.

WHY WOULD THEY PLAY THAT? OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO BE SAD FOREVER.

Good morning, frozen wasteland
The mirror on the sea
Cracks and splits with purpose
Much like the beat in me.
Good morning, sun in darkness
Your light drawls bittersweet
You whisper rays—shout sunbeams
Until I’m on my feet.
Good morning, love in earnest
You’ve somehow tread your course
I bend beneath your burden
Begin our great divorce.

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—	“Split” - Shawna Howson (Feb ‘12)

lexcanroar:

man I would really not recommend ever sitting down and writing a list of everything that you’re not happy about in your life. it might be helpful for more logical people who can then sit and work out what to do about the bad things, but it’s making me need to eat three pizzas.

lexcanroar: adamusprime: i was over at my grandparents’ house and i was talking to... »

adamusprime:

i was over at my grandparents’ house and i was talking to my pretty senile granddad about the internet because he asked

and he was like “so you have thousands of young people reading what you write?”

and i asked them if there is anything he would like to tell them

so here is…

kaylaetcetera:

This never fails to make me feel 100x better than I originally did.