Shallow-minded adult tricks, but I know there's a river in me
A creature is a creature, though I wish I were the wind. Instead - a student and delicate child of life with a blog.
Daughter and heiress of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I exist on the best terms I can.
Practicing atheist. PBA (Paul Banks Anonymous). INTJ. A well-tailored person suit. Anglophile, possibly anglomaniac. Lover of words. Reader of books.
I suffered a strange musical accident when I was little.
I obsess over band members, song lyrics, and guitar lines.
I have a thing for detective sergeants.
Flogging one-legged turkeys from a three-wheeled van since 1993.
Out of my league, I have birds in my sleeves, and I want to rush in with the fools.
"Everyone is broken-hearted except for the drastically unimaginative."
- Paul Banks
Currently reading: I'm reading stuff. Things.
"Can we waste some more time just colliding in space?
No matter how high we set the bar…we win"
Cobwebs long since overrun
Nothing, like something, happens anywhere
You say to me set black fires
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
And I will look down and see my murmuring bones
I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas
Do you feel alone when I’m in my head While you wait for me to take my breath?
The blood jet is poetry, there is no stopping it
And after the commanded journey, what? Nothing magnificent, nothing unknown. A gazing out from far away, alone.
I'll do what I can to be a confident wreck
So little cause for carolings of such ecstatic sound was written on terrestrial things afar or nigh around