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Today my mom wasn’t home, so my eight year old sister asked me to set some words for her so she could write her daily sentences. I knew she did them every day, but I’ve never bothered to read them before.
My sister is a lot of things. She’s extremely smart, fairly quiet, and absolutely hilarious. But today I learned two new things about her:
a) my sister does not have a way with the written word
b) my sister is addicted to crack cocaine
I don’t know what the fuck she’s smoking but I want in on it sweet baby jesus I did not know what to do with myself while I was reading some of these
what is wrong with her
I don’t even understand what some of these mean
(things you should know: I am natalie, and her “silkys” are two little silk & velveteen blankets she’s slept with since she was born.)
oh my god
“I intended for my plan to go this way”
“I am beginning to be a horse” omg
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Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.William S. Burroughs, The Job: Interviews with William S. Burroughs (via honeyforthehomeless)
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Most importantly, if you can at all avoid it, don’t be normal. Strive, burn and do everything you can to avoid being the industry standard. Even the highest industry standard. Be greater than anything anyone else has ever dreamed of you. Don’t settle for pats on the back, salary increases, a nod-and-a-smile. Instead, rage against the tepidness of the mundane with every fiber of whatever makes you, you. Change this place.I Wrote This For You: The Defiance Of The Different (via a-ladder-to-the-stars)
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It hurts so much to think of this
So from my thoughts I will exclude
The very thing that
I hate more than everything is
The way I’m powerless
To dictate my own moods
I’ve thrown away
So many things that could’ve been much more
And I just pray
My problems go away if they’re ignored
But that’s not the way it works
No that’s not the way it works
When I go down
I go down hard
And I take everything I’ve learned
And teach myself some disregard
When I go down
It hurts to hit the bottom
And of the things that got me there
I think, if only I had fought them
If and when I can
Clear myself of this clouded mind
I’ll watch myself settle down
Into a place where
Peace can search me out and find
That I’m so ready to be found
I’ve thrown away
The hope I had in friendships
I’ve thrown away
So many things that could have been much more
I’ve thrown away
The secret to find an end to this
And I just pray
My problems go away if they’re ignored
But that’s not the way it works
No that’s not the way it works
Any control I thought I had just slips right through my hands
While my ever-present conscience shakes its head and reprimands me
Reprimands me
Then and there
I confess
I’ll blame all this on my selfishness
Yet You love me
And that consumes me
And I’ll stand up again
And do so willingly
You give me hope,
And hope it gives me life
You touch my heavy heart,
And when You do You make it light
As I exhale I hear Your voice
And I answer You,
Though I hardly make a noise
And from my lips the words I choose to say
Seem pathetic,
But it’s a fallen man’s praise
Because I love You
Oh God, I love You
And life is now worth living
If only because of You
And when they say I’m dead and gone
It won’t be further from the truth
When I go down
I lift my eyes to You
I won’t look very far
Cause You’ll be there
With open arms
To lift me up again
To lift me up again
