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This entry was written by , posted on November 28, 2010 at 8:50 pm, filed under Friends, Joey Ng, New York, Photos and tagged Blue Ribbon, Bushwick, Central Park, Don Hill, East Village, Emma Czerny-Holownia, Flea Market, Greenwich, Lily Beck, Lower East Side, Marissa Venne, Milon, New York. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
When I fall in love and subsequently fuck it right up, I go looking for the exact same things in other men.
Like height
hair colour
bassists
funniness
birthdaystarsigns
It’s like ordering the same combo meal from McDonald’s. Time after time.
And regretting it
later.
This entry was written by , posted on November 27, 2010 at 12:25 am, filed under Jokes, Love, Writing. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
I think people are fairly cognisant of what’s going on, what’s going wrong with their lives.
It’s the common complaint of a mother’s lament. She calls.
And she makes you feel like shit.
I mean, she means well.
But she’ll point out all the things
All the things you already know aren’t quite right
All the things that you wish you could make your momma proud of
But aren’t
right now, not yet.
You should be making more money
You should be with a man who deserves you,
instead of letting him allowing yourself to be,
continue to be hurt by him.
You should call more often.
No, fuckit, see your fucking parents more often.
You should do better.
You were supposed to do better.
And you can, y’know
You know.
So when someone who is supposed to care
shows they care by pointing out the things you
I guess, were perhaps, maybe even embarrassed to acknowledge
or in the very least trying to shelve.
It
doesn’t help.
I think
maybe
if you mean well, be kind.
If you care, then help them feel better
not worse about themselves.
And I don’t mean that you should lie
or enable a bad situation to get worse but
think
take a step back and ask what you can do to make the other person feel
happier.
Cuz usually, I don’t think people turn to those they love
for advice
for a better understanding of themselves,
I think they mostly want to feel loved.
This entry was written by , posted on November 23, 2010 at 2:47 am, filed under Self-diagnoses, Writing and tagged 5am, I just hoped you'd be nice to me is all. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
Y’know this band?
Their album is in stores today. Cop one.
Official website: http://WeAreAtomicTom.com
Myspace: http://myspace.com/AtomicTom
Youtube: http://youtube.com/WeAreAtomicTomc
Twitter: @AtomicTom
This entry was written by , posted on November 22, 2010 at 12:34 pm, filed under Music, New York and tagged Atomic Tom, Band, Music, The Moment. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
for him to make the first move any
move,
but you don’t hear a thing.
When you’re wondering
whether he still cares or thinks of you,
but you just can’t
tell.
You forget
how it’s supposed to be.
He’s supposed to look at you and
gush
“You’re so pretty.”
He’s supposed to put his arm around you
when you cross the street
on the walk home.
Give you an earnest kiss
goodbye and ask to see you soon.
You forget, and so did he.
This entry was written by , posted on November 16, 2010 at 12:39 am, filed under Love, Writing and tagged Until someone else reminds you how. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.