October 2010
1 post
Sucks I’m boring and far from pretentious. If I was I’m sure my Tumblr would be a little more interesting.
July 2010
1 post
June 2010
7 posts
Leavers Ball... tomorrow...
Last minute tanning session me thinks.
We Looked Like Giants
god bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
remembering when you were mine
in a still suburban town
when every thursday i’d brave those mountain passes
and you’d skip your early classes
and we’d learn how our bodies worked
god damn the black night with all its foul temptations
i’ve become what i always hated
when i was with you then
we looked like...
Money Money Money
Why don’t I have it?
Stupid crappy job.
Lost in a sea of dreaming. Choking on sorrow,...
gotta love those miserable moments.
March 2010
2 posts
February 2010
162 posts
“I’m Mrs Nesbitt”
– Buzz Lightyear
I don’t like scary texts. The ones with the horrid questions, you know the ones. They make your stomach turn.
The Man he Killed by Thomas Hardy
Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him as he at me, And killed him in his place. I shot him dead because— Because he was my foe, Just so: my foe of course he was; That’s clear enough; although He thought he’d ‘list, perhaps, Off-hand...
Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought — So rested he by the Tumtum...
How doth the little crocodile... by Lewis Carroll
How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smiling jaws!
She is Far from the Land by Thomas Moore
She is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov’d awaking Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking! He had lov’d for his love,...
Merciles Beaute by Geoffrey Chaucer
1. CAPTIVITY Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly, I may the beaute of hem not sustene, So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene. And but your word wol helen hastily My hertes wounde, whyl that hit is grene, Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly, I may the beaute of hem not sustene. Upon my trouthe I sey yow feithfully, That ye ben of my lyf and deeth the quene; For with my deeth the trouthe...
Desire by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where true Love burns Desire is Love’s pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but translates the language of the heart.
A Farewell to False Love by Sir Walter Raleigh
Farewell false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed, A way of error, a temple full of treason, In all effects contrary unto reason. A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers, Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose, A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers As moisture lend...
Rain before Dawn by F. Scott Fitzgerald
The dull, faint patter in the drooping hours Drifts in upon my sleep and fills my hair With damp; the burden of the heavy air Is strewn upon me where my tired soul cowers, Shrinking like some lone queen in empty towers Dying. Blind with unrest I grow aware: The pounding of broad wings drifts down the stair And sates me like the heavy scent of flowers. I lie upon my heart. My eyes like...