Philothea's Insomnia

Blacking in and out in a strange flat in East London
Somebody I don’t really know just gave me something
To Help settle me down and to stop me always thinking about you

And you know you’re life is heading in a questionable direction
When you’re up for days with strangers and you can’t remember anything
Except the way you sounded when you told me you didn’t know what I should do

Well, it’s a long road out to recovery from here
A long way back to the light
A long road out to recovery from here
A long way to making it right

And so I wake up in the morning just like every other day
And just like every boring blues song I get swallowed by the pain
So I fumble for your figurein the darkness just to make it go away

But you’re not lying there any longer and I know that that’s my fault
So I’ve been crawling on the floor and I’ve been pounding on the walls
And I’ve been dipping in my darkness for serotonin boosters, cider and some kind of smelling salts

Well, it’s a long road out to recovery from here
A long way back to the light
A long road out to recovery from here
A long way to making it right

So on the first night we met you sad well darling lets make a deal
If anybody ever asks us, let’s just tell them that we met in jail
And that’s the story that I’m sticking to like a stony faced accomplice
But tonight I need to hear some truth if I’m ever getting through this

Yeah, you once sent me a letter that said if you’re lost at sea
Close your eyes and catch the tide my dear and only think of me
Well, darling now I’m sinking I’m as lost as lost can be
And I was hoping you could drag me broken, down and out to my recovery

If you could just give me a sign, just a subtle little glimmer
Some suggestion that you’d have me if I could only make me better
Then I would stand a little stronger as I walk a little taller all the time

Because I know you are a cynic but I think I can convince you
Because broken people can get better if they really want to
Or at least that’s what I have to tell myself if I am hoping to survive

Well, it’s a long road out to recovery from here
A long way back to the light
A long road out to recovery from here
A long way to making it right

So darling, sweet lover won’t you help me to recover
Darling, sweet lover won’t you help me to recover
Darling, sweet lover won’t you help me to recover
Darling, sweet lover one day this will all be over

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Andy’s gradumacating!!

ready to leave this place in my dust. it’s been quite a year, and I’m sure I’ll be ready to head back by August, but I’m ready to pack these bags and move into a new adventure. Here’s to summer; may it be a beautiful massacre.

broken-hearts-and-beauty:

69shadesofgayy:

redlightpurpleline:

Graffiti in an abandoned mental institution.

this is haunting

This is beautiful

my favorite

This is gorgeous

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hai gurl don't mind me just tumblr stalking. your style of poetry makes me feel like I'm sitting outside of a café on a crisp autumn afternoon, smoking a cigarette and lookin' super aloof and intellectual. props yo xx

@catie-lynn

That’s probably because most of it is written under wafts of cigarette smoke and the pages of all my journals are covered in drips from my coffee mugs. haha, thanks! I’ve been working a lot on my writing this semester.

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Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

kurt vonnegut

the-tones:

The Dress Looks Nice On You // Sufjan Stevens

A wild Beatrice

Hashtag America

alexsparks:

Watch the Video - Only two days left in the contest. Thanks everyone for the encouragement and please keep pushing for me!

When your school friends start having kids of their own
they’re too grown for sleepovers.
Smoking cigarettes like red vines.
drinking red wine out of sippy cups.

We are all growing up in different directions.
Got facial hair and dreadlocks,
nose rings and pregnancy scares.
We just can’t seem to keep our hands off of each other’s business.

So we grab fistfuls of tantrum and throw them into the sun,
hoping these back-lit highways help us forget where we came from.
I’ve seen good friends fall for bad women.
The closest excuse I’ve ever heard of for drinking
sounds an awful like burying love,
like marrying for love sounds an awful lot like too much responsibility.

So keep you keepsakes to yourself
theres no secrets here.
You want it?
Take it. Theres nothing sacred.
Hungry?
Eat it. No need for permission.

We’re all just broken people trying to keep from getting forgotten about.

So we spend our youth chasing foxtails and pretty skirts.
Lighting fires to blow up dresses,
we’ve burnt down more princesses
than a boy scout with a nicotine problem
but we get burned, lesson learned.
So we burn our first names into palms of past lovers.Write poems on the mile markers of highways
and toss our high school diplomas into the ocean
because we all know what it feels like to come from privilege.

Welcome to America.

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les mis. I have had some HORRIBLE luck.. when i go out on the town i feel like i am not even noticed. Do you dress any certain way to get attention? I try to have a kind of mystique but maybe i just look boring.. any advice?? xoxo c'estlavie

@Anonymous

My friend and I were actually just talking about this. Every time we’ve gone out into the city, its been a spur of the moment thing. Typical scenario is that we happen to run into each other right after finishing classes, hair disheveled, makeup not yet applied, and clothes no where even remotely close to cute or interesting. The sort of outfit you throw on as you climb out of bed while hoping that you manage to find an invisibility cloak somewhere between your bed and the front door so that no one will notice your shoes don’t quite match or that you didn’t bother to iron that heavily wrinkled skirt you grabbed out of the laundry basket. It would be charitable to say that we look like vagabonds most of the time. I think that’s why it’s always so amazingly frustrating when we get hit on in downtown. Trust me, none of the guys at our school even bother to give us a second look. But, suddenly, we step out of the bubble and become some sort of fresh meat that everyone wants a taste of. And that’s what it feels like. Not like we’re beautiful women demanding attention, but that we become reduced to the status of bodies.

When I do dress to get attention, I typically just wear a cute skirt and shirt combo. Lace is really in right now and it always looks classically beautiful. I think neutrals can be really stunning when done well. I always think you’re outfit shouldn’t wear you, but that you should be wearing you’re outfit, if you know what I mean. I go to a pretty small, heavily-Irish, school. So everyone here is into the long, wild, natural hair look and minimal makeup. Which is convenient, because I don’t love wearing a mask of makeup over my face.

My advice? Wear what makes you comfortable or makes YOU feel empowered. I used to wear a lot of grey shirts and stripes because I wanted to blend into the background. Now, I just wear whatever I want. The right people will notice you. And you shouldn’t worry too much about those who don’t. Tonight, I wore face paint around campus. Why? Because it was fun and made everyone who saw me either laugh or smile. That’s the attention that I want, the sort that brings positivity to another’s day.

Taking on finals

Goals for this summer:

1. Find something to believe in.

2. Feel passionately again.

3. Read Nietzsche’s Beyond Good & Evil

4. Read the Summa Theologica

5. See Lake Michigan

6. Go to Canada?

7. Go to my first barn party in Wisconsin

8. Make an impact on someone.

9. Write more music

10. Look at schools to transfer to. If I don’t transfer, figure out some sort of way to answer the question “Why stay at U.D.?”

11. Find an adventure. Go on it.