in regard to mu’ main squeeze (JOking lollol .?.): i don’t take anything seriously ever, but rarely someone will get stuck. i am very superficial. give me things and you’re worthy. it started with danielewski, when i was littler, and the first time i cried over someone else’s heartbreak at 3 in the morning. i started to think my own heart was unimportant. then so and so introduced me to poetry, like the profound words you say out loud, the weird things you do with your hands when you’re lost in someone else’s thoughts. then it ended with enjambments. he introduced me to travel journals, to the world i couldn’t touch, to women that killed themselves with rocks and to the ‘i don’t give a fuck’ -ness i inadvertently grew to shield myself with at the worst times. i remember the first time i ever read a medieval manuscript because i called him seconds after the last word. he led my eyes to beckett, the next to bukowski, to kafka and then to kundera. i’ll never forget the person who showed me that hunter s. thompson truly is a god. with poignant regret, i can recall every single time i have picked up a phone to read a line, or a sentence, or an excerpt to a boy that i knew i was going to fall out of love with.
i will inevitably melt like sugar if you’ll give me a book to fall for. or give me candy sometimes that works. in regard to you: i think you suck and that’s prolly why i stopped talking to you but really jokes (AGAIN) because i just made a different blog because a lot of lil kids from high school found my tumblr and i got nervous because i was drunk. check it out (if we didn’t go to high school____)