MACHINARIUM (Y) ^^

Yay robots and puzzle games

I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA

Cats sleep for 70% of their lives

Maybe that's why they need 9 lives =3

My heart will be silent when it's dead

Mad cute.

'She lives her life at an eight. Her pain, on any given day; she lives at an eight, and he doesn't get that.'

If I was crying
in the van, with my friend
it was for freedom
from myself and from the land
I made a lot of mistakes
I made a lot of mistakes
I made a lot of mistakes
I made a lot of mistakes

I'm at sleeping Pooh!!!!! :-)

I try to give you the best of me

Fighting family in public has such a terrible familiarity for me; it brings back memories of feeling like there is no such thing as people who love you unconditionally, like there is nothing you feel further from than the people right in front of you, wondering why the fuck you put up with it, wondering when its ever going to end, planning your next escape, carrying around the sharp end of your compass like it's a weapon, a reminder of why not to ever give in to false feelings of love and security. And the people watching, staring at you (you because you must be in the wrong, your mother couldn't possibly be) like you are damaged, like you don't belong, because there's so much shit in your life you can't keep it from spilling out sideways onto the sidewalks for the whole world to see and because you are only fourteen and because your arms, too, are on display, they bleed and scar and bleed and scar, protective mechanisms trying to keep you alive

There is so much on my mind but I have not the words, no words, none. It's finally over but the truth is I feel no different; small, quiet, alone, desperately holding little bits of me in place. Same demons, same ghosts, same old futile grasping at some semblance of calm.

'Do we look like we play chess? Do you play chess? Do you actually know what chess-playing guys look like?'

Playhouse (Y)

Get your act together my love

Words printed in black, for no one else but me, it's my skin

The most probable explanation is that I was made for another world

Wilco (!)

How do we get from here to being eighty-five and having amazing stories to tell of our love?

I love it when bus drivers wave to each other.

Revolt

For she knows she has a curse on her,

A curse she cannot win.

For if someone gets too close to her,

The pins stick further in.

The rainy day pose.

Makes all my rainy days =3