HERE, in the blacklight,

Oh God, the Roots are on Late Night!

Buzz buzz buzz, Doc, there’s a hole where somethin’ was.

I’M LEARNING HOW TO SHAKE DOWN A MOOSE!

The cable, the internet, and the phone lines are all down. I guess I’m reading King Leopold’s Ghost today…

head swimming

We dip our toes into the tainted water, flowing under the burning bridge. I am ill.

(via blogsecret)

Ha.

You’re sick, you hypocrite. Don’t lie.

I’m not quite sure when it happened.

A. I realized that I wasn’t missing you. I was missing who you were when we were together. And now that we’re no longer together, that you isn’t there. You are a different you when there is no us. I don’t miss you.

B. I came to the conclusion that dating you was a mistake, and forgiving you was an EVEN BIGGER mistake, but that I don’t regret either decision.

Somewhere between the events of A and B, you no longer became my want.