the bombs we plant in each other are ticking away
once upon a time, i was riding the bus when this wispy, older homeless lady boarded. after taking a seat, she recounted to the bus driver an incident in which she was basically ganged up on by scumbags who beat her up and took her belongings. it was heartbreaking, yet she was telling it like it was no thang at all. she continued to talk about other things and i began to tune out, but later i heard her quietly say, “i wish i could get those days back.” it was a stirring “wow” moment. what was she referring to? appearing weathered and brittle, she had a lot of stuff in her lap; her voice sounded disarmingly plucky yet defeated.
March 10th, 2008 at 11:37 pm
Heartrending.
March 11th, 2008 at 11:37 am
you’re so fucking emo i’m gonna vom
March 11th, 2008 at 1:35 pm
“the bombs we plant in each other are ticking away”
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yeah that’s not emo.
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it should be the caption on a photo of you taking a picture of yourself in the mirror on myspace.
March 11th, 2008 at 6:45 pm
why are you jealous of my capability to have emotions? to feel something?
also, the title of the entry is a quote from a favorite director of mine. and lastly, i am not emo.
March 12th, 2008 at 2:32 am
Emo Philips is hilarious.
March 12th, 2008 at 8:00 pm
you need to get an ipod.
March 19th, 2008 at 6:48 pm
wow. that pains me. poor woman. can you imagine getting beat up and then having your shit stolen? laying there crying all by yourself on the streets? damn. it is depressing enough crying on your own bed. imagine the isolation one would feel crying on the street while others just walk right past and don’t even care probably thinking “oh…another crazy head trip.”