Dude, Jemmy finds the fucking best memes. Okay so here it is: 1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me." 2. I will respond by asking you 5 questions. 3. You should then update your LJ/comment back with the answers to the questions.
am i the only person psychologically impaired by beauty, in the sense that to be near it or in its presence at all fucking hurts to the point where I can't breathe, and I run as far away as I can and I... though. that must be why it only affects me to see a pretty boy and not a pretty girl. because I want to be a shockingly stunningly breathtakingly painfully beautiful boy.
sometimes when I hear music it rips off my skin and shreds it between the sawteeth of guitars and violins and things, and leaves me dripping irony and waxing vulnerable like nothing doing, and I am caught fast in dome webs of jealous fever and frightened fervor, and the ecstasy of beauty to which I am prone and utterly susceptible. I hate that. I think I love him already.
she makes me want to write poetry. she tells me stories about songs and it's like she sees everything. i do not know where she comes from but i hope she doesn't go anywhere.
the funny truth is that for all the things you think i hate you for, sometimes i'm jealous of you. because you vibrate on a higher plane than i do, because you can see bigger pictures than my tiny mecrocosm... But don't you know? don't you see that you're the longest wavelength? i feel you underneath my skin. you are my best friend, underneath all this. it is a herculean favor, but please, remember that
should I just isolate myself from people romantically? because if i'm still not getting it, then i'm a danger to other people and myself, aren't i? i'm still self-centered, and still doing what i was before. what am i supposed to do?
Now you're going to go do that shit again? .... I am not going to do this. I'm not doing it. This is not my life and I am not going to let it ruin mine. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. this isn't working.
