tatteredsleeves

sometimes my dad calls me. they’re never normal conversations though. they’re weird random phone calls in different accents and high pitched voices. sometimes, he asks for my imaginary sister. well, sometimes he pretends he is my imaginary sister. when i was small, he used to play games with me. he used to make funny faces…talk inContinue reading

if i were a teacher, i’d tell my students…especially the full of potential struggling yet on the verge of apathy good will hunting finding forrester type of students…that if you can read something and say, “wow. that’s good writing,” then you can be a good writer too. simply as that. (today’s entry was brought to you byContinue reading

i think i had a mullet.

Of the Sentimental Type. “it’s nice outside,” she said. i turned around and there she was. admiring the grey. measuring the wind. book. in. hand. no place to sit, didn’t matter. no welcoming sun, didn’t matter. so calm. so serene. i’ll miss her. (in reality, she was probably just ….waddling about, digesting herContinue reading

a misdirected misguided excuse for wasting away every day leads me here.

today in the volleyball court there were three angels and words that said “smile today” sad thing is…i don’t think i smiled. i just thought, “what a nice thought. how peculiar.”

when i was a kid, my imaginary friend beat me at everything.

*****: well like they say… *****: vsa does very little *****: so it is pointless Me: i…i don’t know what to say to that. Me: because the only way to do MORE…is if the people want it. i want it. but everytime i shoot out an idea i get shot down myself Me: everytime iContinue reading

Brother :you’re better than i amMe :why?Brother: you want it moreMe: people will always see it more with youBrother: no that’s….that’s just really strange to me. and then this: Brother: either people are sincere or they are notBrother: as soon as they show signs of insincerity, i will not give them any say soMe: youContinue reading

i saw a naked man. (yay unc!)