somebody's been reading my blog. 

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I cant wait for future

" thats when you know you've found somebody truly special. when you can just shut the fuck up for a moment and share a comfortable silence."

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i wish all australians were this pretty. i love you a lot. good for you christina dietz

pre all the bullshit that takes over my life at the hairdressers. got to admit i still love you though. even with maddox and shiloh and shit. 

last night i dreamt i went to manderley again. AND I NEVER WOKE UP 

We lie here, in a bed, facing one another. Not a word is uttered in the earliest hour of the morning. Silence lasts for minutes until she speaks. The tumult has increased and her everlasting sadness is shared with my own. That’s the thing. I am so sad. My eyes barely open any more. In this pitiful self-pity that I pity myself in, I could see that, she too, felt the same. For once, somebody feels……. the same. It was very different to all those times when you speak and they nod their heads agreeing as if they understand what you are saying. They don’t. Of course. Are they even listening? Probably not. Only smiling before they continue ‘chatting’ about their Saturday or their Sunday or the fact that Miss Serene has finally ended it with Mr. Malibu. She, however, is meaningful core. An insanity that I understand but also have. We don’t need to nod. Nor do we need to comfort one another because it’s a mutual and profound declaration that requires no explanation and certainly not any after thought. Perhaps, though, it requires a party of some sort. Some kind of psychotic debauchery, or revelry. I’m dreaming of revelry. It’s a nice song that one. What a terrible thing to finally admit to insanity, but it has to be done and who better a person to do it with, than with her on a Saturday morning, at 5AM as we lie in the dark wondering when this will ever end! WHEN?  

I don't think I'll have to kill her. Just slap that pretty face into hamburger 

meat, that's all. 

My Last Duchess

That's my last duchess painted on the wall,

Looking as if she were alive. I call

That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands

Worked busily a day, and there she stands.

Will't please you sit and look at her? I said

"Frà Pandolf" by design, for never read

Strangers like you that pictured countenance,

The depth and passion of its earnest glance,

But to myself they turned (since none puts by

The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)

And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,

How such a glance came there; so, not the first

Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not

Her husband's presence only, called that spot

Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps

Frà Pandolf chanced to say "Her mantle laps

"Over my lady's wrist too much," or "Paint

"Must never hope to reproduce the faint

"Half-flush that dies along her throat": such stuff

Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough

For calling up that spot of joy. She had

A heart how shall I say? too soon made glad,

Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er

She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.

Sir, 'twas all one! My favor at her breast,

The dropping of the daylight in the West,

The bough of cherries some officious fool

Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule

She rode with round the terrace all and each

Would draw from her alike the approving speech,

Or blush, at least. She thanked men good! but thanked

Somehow I know not how as if she ranked

My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name

With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame

This sort of trifling? Even had you skill

In speech which I have not to make your will

Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this

"Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,

"Or there exceed the mark" and if she let

Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set

Her wits to yours, forsooth, and make excuse,

E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose

Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,

Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without

Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;

Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands

As if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meet

The company below, then. I repeat,

The Count your master's known munificence

Is ample warrant that no just pretense

Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;

Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed

At starting, is my object. Nay we'll go

Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,

Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,

Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!

I have always been fond of awkward situations. they seem to pass me by wherever I go, however one has struck me now that I can't quite shake. its terribly terribly awkward. just to tell you. its very bad. 

the up and comer 

one day baby ill live here

if you are lucky enough to have lived in paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with, for paris is a movable feast.

serial killer sundays obsession

"hello america. also can i kill YOU?"

i read your autobiography and i loved it. you scared me a bit but thats just you. 

We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere. And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow" 

"You feel the last bit of breath leaving their body. You're looking into their eyes. A person in that situation is God!" 

"Sometimes I feel like a vampire." 

my thoughts are with her. i am so sorry. you never deserved this. 

new zealand NEW ZEALAND new zealand NEW ZEALAND 

Soo:

What is the past tense of bike ride?

Table suck…….

We just killed a cat

Bees....everywhere

CASSETTE NINE

PO LALA

mmmmaorimaorimaorimaori

a fetus on all fours dipping his head in the lake

subsubsubculture

guy

“We came into the world like brother and brother; And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.”

-William Shakespeare

thebiggestgirl

I dragged on the dusty road, and I remember

How the girl looked over the fence at me 

And seemed to know

How it felt to be three, and called out, I remember

'Do you like bilberries and cream for tea?'

I went under the tree

And while she hummed, and the cat purred, I remember

How she filled a saucer with berries and cream for me

So long ago,

Such berries and such cream as I remember I never had seen before, and never see

To-day, you know. 

It won't mean much to you. It does to me.

We grew up, you see. 

Together. Together.