December 2009
60 posts
easter egg #1
There’s a dark forest deep in the heart of the Rockies, surrounded on all sides by mountains. In the center of the forest is a lake on the shores of which you will find a large black stone. If you swim out into the center of the lake, the stone will drag you down into the darkness.You will emerge from shadows in the alley of a frightening dark city of heavily arched roofs and buildings built...
chocolate mice
These little sweeties will scurry out right into your mouths!
makes 24.
ingredients: ☆1 cup semisweet chocolate chips ☆1 tablespoon vegetable shortening ☆48 dried apricots ☆Wooden skewers ☆48 M&M’s Minis ☆Black shoestring licorice ☆24 dry-roasted peanut halves
directions: ☆place the chocolate chips and shortening in a microwave-safe bowl and microwave on high for 1 minute. ☆stir...
“Does anyone ever wonder if life isn’t completely pointless after all? ‘Cause I...”
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How about confusion? How about not knowing every answer? How about being convinced of something, and losing your stability? How about asking your mind why it fumes? How about being the background of a scene?
Welcome to this place I like to call Earth, ‘cause there’s no such thing as Hell.
do you know why?
Why at first, a person seems so perfect? Because, you have no expectations. Because, you’re starting from blank. Then that person builds up a certain interest in you, keeps the entertainment high. That person goes beyond their limits to please you, to prove you how much of a good person they are. And once you give in, that person realises they’ve got you in their web. That person...
today, i watched;
POWDER
13671.) I just let someone I met an hour ago on...
(via blogsecret)
13577.) Sometimes I use a hand-held mirror and put...
(via blogsecret)
“Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.”
– Albert Einstein
love
cinnamon chasers
http://www.myspace.com/cinnamonchasers
i'll try to catch you in time
I promised this world a great entrance. I promised this era a grand transition. I promised my soul a cleansing adventure. I promised my loved ones to never betray them. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it better than I said. I’m sorry this world sees a let down in me. I’m sorry this age of history is just growing older, not growing better. I’m sorry I go on, nurrishing my...
mirror mirror on the wall, who's the prettiest of...
I get paranoid at my own reflection. I’m scared it’s going to smile back and tell me who I really am. I’m scared that if I ask why, I’ll get the answers I don’t really want to know. Who are you? Who are you really? Because I know you’re not me at all. I know you were never what I wanted to become. So why are you standing there, mimicing everything I do?...
currently reading;
jeune homme chasseur
Me voilà au milieu de tous ces gens. Me voilà prise dans un enclos. Qui pourra faire déclencher la détente le plus rapidement? Qui pourra me viser en plein dans l’dos? Je marche de peine et de misère. Je trotte à travers les obstacles avec la tête bien dans les airs. Je me bat pour ma vie, je me bat pour mon coeur. Celui qui me semblera le plus naïf, à lui je lui renderai mon sort. Avec...
here comes the cocaine man
And I was waiting for it to appear.
I was waiting for your face to remind me of your words.
I was waiting for a proof you live;
that you had something similar to me going on.
I’m not sure I wanted to see what that was.
I’m not sure I wanted to see who shared that with you.
I’m not sure I wanted to see if you had more fun than me.
I’m not sure if I should’ve...
skipper, i miss you babygirl
a killer in me, is a killer in you
Next time you don’t understand me, come back to your first instincts. Go back in time and space, and intrigue yourself through the labyrinths of your brain lobes. Go deeper than that, and dig yourself a place in your heart’s arteries. Remember what was your initial drive? Remember your real intentions? Now, you come and tell me I was crazy for killing you. There is not, and never has...
nostalgie d'or
Les secondes roulent, les sourires s’effondrent, les pleures atteignent le sol. Les minutes s’étendent, le temps d’attente devient trop long, les mots piétinent mes espoirs fabriqués. Les jours se chevauchent, les répétitions me déçoivent, les promesses me semblent toujours brisés. Les mois passent, les mensonges tendent à passer au trop lourd, la distance advient suffocante....
part IV
I wear a broken watch that never showed time. I wear glasses that never showed further than what I could already see. I wear clothes that will never hide enough how hideous I think I am.
crafty button sugar cookies
So, I found this recipe and they’re totally cute besides being so yummy and easy to bake! serves 6. ingredients: ☆2 cups sifted all-purpose flour, plus a little more for work surface ☆1/4 teaspoon salt ☆1/2 teaspoon baking powder ☆1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, softened ☆1 cup granulated sugar ☆1 large cage-free egg ☆1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract ☆food coloring ☆sanding sugar for...
shallow thought about you
I’m a man of small values. I’m a man of opened thoughts. I’ll teach you how to see through, but I won’t show you all my guts. I seem easy to understand and you will laugh at how you guessed me; but I’ll just smile inside my head, knowing that you got nothing out of me. I’ll hand out a paper moon just to fuck you but I’ll never lift a finger to please...
the less you see
When you get that I don’t need any fucking pity from you, when you get that I don’t actually need anything at all, not from you, not from anyone, you can come call me whatever the fuck you like. You can brag about what you know about me, you can spill and vomit all my life details; but until you actually DO get to that point, you’re going to have to work a lot because...
the centre of the universe isn't your belly...
Most of you grotesque individuals believe the universe revolves around them. More precisely, you believe the whole planet owes you. And even deeper into details, you believe you’re supremacy and shouldn’t offer your person to others. You play on my nerves like violin strings stretched at full capacity. You weren’t born from Jupiter’s thighs. Come brag about your fucking...
part III
I have a long way to go again, if I’m lucky enough not to get hit by a car, and I’m scared of when all this is going to stop. I’m scared of aging and growing up and getting older to the point where I have to be an “adult”. I don’t want to see the day when going to clubs I go now is going to be inappropriate, when wearing what I wear right now is going to be...
part II
I put faces on strangers that I don’t need to know. I put names on faces just so they feel familiar. I observe them; walking, eating, kissing, smoking, and make up lives for them just so I know they’re okay; at least, better than what they probably are. I like to know who had a bad day at work, who partied the day before and who just got announced they have cancer. I wonder if they...
“You are so beautiful.
Do rude things to me.
Please.
I beg you.”
masturbation is art
I died for 30 seconds
I believe that when you die, you don’t see your life scroll in front of your eyes. I believe that when you decease, you remember everything you miss. You remember everything that was valuable, but was forgotten; you remember everyone that was at least at one point important. You remember all the regrets you had, all the little moments, good and bad. You remember the magical days and night of...
part I
I’m at this point, in my life, where I don’t really care anymore. I don’t know if I’m 20, 5 or 76. I lost every hint of time I had. I don’t plan on staying in this place filled with ignorant and little people. I retired in my own dreams. I gave up the chance to please everyone. I can’t control everything I want and it’s killing me. Life isn’t...
La salle d'attente
PAR FRANCOIS BOUVIER
portrait
Elle avait dix-neuf ans. Ses cheveux bruns, épais, qui s’arrêtaient en dessinant une ligne droite juste au dessus de ses épaules, se mariaient si bien avec ses yeux en forme d’amandes, couleur noisette. Elle affichait un regard perdu, et quand elle se mettait à vous observer, incidemment, vous vous sentiez l’homme le plus esseulé de tout le...
charlie
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines, he wrote a poem. And he called it “Chops” because that was the name of his dog. And that’s what it was all about. And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star. And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts. That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo. And he let them sing on the bus. And his...
new film of suicidal mania
I feel like I’m struggling inside my own body, I feel like I should be able to push the flesh, to tear the skin and break free. I don’t belong in here, I shouldn’t be in this sort of position with myself. Nothing here is new. Everything is recycled. Everything is a bore. Everything got like that. I just can’t help it. I could’ve shown the world.
dirty, dirty little girls
“We are what came out of kermit and miss piggy having sex..
trashy looking girls...”
– Catherine Laura
good morning, beautiful sunshine
Today, I’ll show you the end of the world with words.
Will you show me how to approach the weakest feathers of the ducklings, how to pick up the frailest petals of the orchids, how to climb the crumbling mountains of the North?
Teacups with teddybears & heart-shaped sandwiches, our love is the picnic of all Wonderlands. Jelly worms & coconut cupcakes, our affection is the...
“Thank you for being some form of light, something ahead of me that glows,
even...”
– Scott Denton
her coffin was a prada
BECAUSE WE ARE ALL INDIVIDUALISTS…
BUT ALL CRAVE TO GET THE SAME AS OUR PEERS.
who said love was easy business?
He asked me if I was already in love. I was crossing my fingers, I just didn’t want to answer.His feelings were blurry; he needed them to be clear. I took a deep breath and answered..”Yes, I think so.” Unfortunately, it wasn’t him. It was someone else. He already knew it, anyway. I had made no promises at the beginning of this. The look on his face was devastating,...
today, i watched;
NANNY MCPHEE
LEMONY SICKET’S SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS
THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON
NEVERENDING STORY
THE COWBOY AND THE FRENCHMAN
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