cistulli

sometimes i think i've witnessed more shooting stars than most. improbable as it is that i'm actually an exclusive audience to a galactic civil war on tape delay, it's nice to think so. anyway, i told my professor that my father died, a remark to which he offered an alarming amount of sympathy for, to the point that it projects to inconvenience me at least as much as it would have to go to class last week. i digress, but unfortunately my professor persists, rather hung up on the matter considering he's never actually met my father. if i were to introduce them to each other, i imagine my professor's sympathy would immediately return to a more practical level. such is a deserved hallmark of men of academia; that they are always willing to be convinced of new realities.

Perry

sorry for the mess
i don't mean to let all these abstractions out
but i am a confluence of theory and envy and other non physical things, so you understand




i still don't want to kill myself
but i could die for a pair of unfaltering hands around my throat
i would kill to feel my neck crack and twist
it would be nice to hear from you

Yes, Well

ad infinitum, lingua turpe errare. quod erat demonstrandum, mei erratum equa consilio

Catty

insofar as i am alive, i am a romantic, the nihilist in me presumes
for to continue living a limited existence is a love letter enough
there is one quality of mine that exceeds finiteness, the romantic in me reckons
and that is my capacity to be a nihilist ass

What Is This, Tumblr?

"articulating a philosophical idea is an anomaly that can only come from two things - a gift, for being able to put into words a beautiful, extravagant concept, or a curse, of having such simple thoughts that they lend themselves to explanation"