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30 August 2016 @ 12:53 pm
This is the longest I have not goin on LJ. Kinda makes me sad. I had this account for so long.
26 May 2015 @ 01:59 pm

The Pillowcase

is printed with iridescent fish, each facing
a different direction. I bought it for you
at the Portland Goodwill our last semester

in college. Spring break we brought it camping.
I pretended I’d eaten sardines before, pretended
I liked them. I don’t remember what you said

when the condom broke. Probably ‘Oh, shit.’
The next day we drove into town. I took a pill
and another pill and it was over. I couldn’t tell

the difference, could have told my friends
but didn’t, just made lots of dead baby jokes
and went to bed in your dorm room.

You’d put painter’s tape on all the edges.
With the pillowcase, it was like living in
the blueprint of an aquarium. I slept there

the night I smoked Sasha’s weed and you
stayed up for hours rubbing my back, telling
fairytales so I wouldn’t totally lose it.

I slept there the night I tried reading you
Haruki Murakami’s Sleep but fell asleep. I slept
there the night after the day I lost

the bet and had to wear a lampshade on my
head and your professor said ‘Nice hat.’ Later I learned
she owns a lamp in the shape of a woman.

I slept there the night you said ‘I think I’m
falling in love with you,’ igniting a great unendurable
belongingness, like a match in a forest fire.

I burned so long so quiet you must have wondered
if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.

-Annelyse Gelman

10 April 2015 @ 05:48 pm

I Have a Rendezvous with Death

Alan Seeger

I have a rendezvous with Death   
At some disputed barricade,   
When Spring comes back with rustling shade   
And apple-blossoms fill the air—   
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.   
It may be he shall take my hand   
And lead me into his dark land   
And close my eyes and quench my breath—   
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death   
On some scarred slope of battered hill,   
When Spring comes round again this year   
And the first meadow-flowers appear.   
God knows ‘twere better to be deep 
Pillowed in silk and scented down,   
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,   
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,   
Where hushed awakenings are dear...   
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,   
When Spring trips north again this year,   
And I to my pledged word am true,   
I shall not fail that rendezvous.

26 February 2015 @ 01:40 am
Was watching a movie ;)

There once was a man named Sydney
Who drank till he ruined a kidney
It shriveled and shrank
But he drank and he drank
He had fun doing it, didn't he?
10 February 2015 @ 04:49 pm

I have fallen into Captain America Hell. My love for Steve Rogers has grown exponentially. I found my OTP for him too! Bucky.... so cute. I honestly did not think I could love him this much.

26 January 2015 @ 06:34 pm
LMAO I just read.

This technically isn't a thing two straight guys would do, Tony thinks, but he's too drunk and miserable to care. Plus, he's only about 92% straight anyway. Steve, on the other hand, is probably 150% straight, minimum, so together they add up to almost two and a half straight guys. When you look at it like that, this is practically the least gay thing Tony's ever done.

16 January 2015 @ 04:40 pm
My fingers are itching. time to write something.
27 December 2014 @ 06:07 pm
I always end up feeling bad when I spend time with my famliy... and they wonder why I avoide them so much.
21 December 2014 @ 01:08 am

Pairing: SouHaru, some vague side RinHaru

Rating: T-M

Summary: Misunderstanding and flashbacks. Lots of water, all kinds.


Day 6 “Kiss” of SouHaruWeek.

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I don’t know if I should feel sorry or proud of this self-indulgent fic but who cares. I have no idea what Sousuke likes to eat.

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16 December 2014 @ 07:29 pm
I can't help it about 95% of the music I listen to reminds me of anime in some way or form. Like I can imagine AMV's of them or fanfiction or something.