so pretty

quiet and calming and pretty
thisissand.com

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso

Sometimes you meet people you know will be precious to you forever.
This is both a rarity and an everyday occurrence for me.
(this is why I shouldn't write melancholy drunk-or maybe ever)
The reality of my world is that everyone lives in perpetuity in my head. I have a million stories in my head about everyone at any given moment. I get lonely a lot but I am always full of the words. The words keep me safe but they are so loud sometimes and they don't fill up the big ugly empty spaces.
I don't know if the big ugly empty parts are a part of everyone. I hope they aren't.

Seriously though. Fuck the rest of what I wrote. Drunk melancholy writing is absolutely terrible.

Mirror

"Run away,
I'll just run away like a child from all of them to you...
Daylight fading, I curse the breaking
the day is gone, the day is gone.
Love is bleeding, I curse my breathing
the day is gone, the day is gone."
Sons of Anarchy





I was reading things on tumblr
and someone said something about how the only difference
between now and before I found tumblr
is that I used to stay up all night reading books
and now I stay up all night reading tumblr.
And that is certainly true. I enjoy all the different
views and pictures and funny things and music
all at my fingertips
I can switch between Doctor Who
and True Blood and Teen Wolf
and Grey's Anatomy with a few clicks
I can do my job and paint my nails
and occasionally the cat comes and sits on my boobs
while I'm answering the phone and I can block out the constant
sound of my own thoughts by having them drowned out
cats meowing and starwars going and children going MOMMY
and maybe I'll forget that my inner voice is going
firedyou'llbefired
beafraidalwaysafraid
hehatesyoushehatesyou
don'twritedon'tfeeldon'tdo
the inner voice screams sleep
and cut off your hair
and don't talk to anyone
it's always saying how I am so far from beautiful
so far from perfect
I believe it
the mirror never(always) lies