according to the 57th dimension.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
All I see is ugly today.
Compliments are hollow, knowledge is power, self-awareness is absolute gold.

I feel like dying.

I never fail to become my exposure. I never cease to embody my home. I'll never adjust more than as much as my limits will allow.


Is it just me, or are there more colorful things in the air?
Explain everything, explain nothing.

your chest is a petting zoo.

saturday>friday.

A statistic isn't shit but a rounded off percentage,
and it doesn't mean a thing unless you yourself are actually in it.



But what's the harm in caring?
I'll only tell you none if you can show me the good that comes in sharing.


Your Daily Horoscope: May 1, 2010
Sagittarius, Nov. 22 - Dec 21
This may be a very busy day for you, Sagittarius, and it will be important for you not to allow yourself to be distracted by the way things appear on the surface. You need to focus on the patterns and connections today, rather than the details. The major planetary configuration of the day could indicate something important happening about the home, such as renovation, decorating, expansion or even a change of residence. The emphasis is on transforming the ordinary into the exceptional.
Compatibility: Libra
Mood: Cheerful
Your Daily Lucky Color: Red
Lucky Number: 31
Lucky Time of Day: 11am


Saveth Chhoun is a Communist, but I still love her.

let there be gnomes.

curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was the suspect.

jesus prayed to me.

Here and there, there and here
My paranoia tries to offer me a price in exchange for my comfort, but I won't pay any price that is greater than its actual worth.
Besides, I can't convince myself to stop giving my anxiety a garden for which in it can flourish, and well my anxiety - it never fails to give me this sort of 'high' in return.

Call me psychotic, because crazy is as crazy does, and crazy is a title in which I have done nothing less of earning it.
So I'll collect my gains and mourn my losses, and get higher than you're going to get from sitting in your god forsaken churches.

There is this priest who lives by preaching his creed inside the walls of my head. He tells me I'm the second messiah, and I don't serve as well as I do alive as I would dead.

tipping toms.

actually, finally, gradually.

One day, this won't be new anymore . . .

One day it's going to be him and not you anymore. The intensity will dull and that is when I'll call you and say that the meaning has left.
When you go on and start out with more than you can only ultimately end up with less.

I hurt just as much and I spent my time crying just as hard, did you really think that I thought this was a good way to end?

sam

Yours truly,
Hilary.