Brace Yourself

Mad.Madd.Madz.Maddie.Madeline
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Film student, writer

June 18, 2013 9:57 pm
"It’s very Peter Pan. A girl can be a lost boy, too. I don’t know how to do anything. I don’t know how to drive; I don’t know how to pay taxes; I don’t know how to keep a house; I don’t own any dishes."

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9:43 am
"Don’t worry about your body.
It isn’t as small as it once was,
But honestly, the world needs more of you."

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June 17, 2013 9:08 pm
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  • Numb, But I Still Feel It
  • By: Title Fight
  • Floral Green
  • 1,088 Plays

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Title Flight- Numb, But I Still Feel It

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June 14, 2013 11:22 pm

Matthew Broderick, Mia Sara and Alan Ruck in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986)

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10:38 pm

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10:36 pm
"You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. No. Eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. Last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. You were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you travelled. I was the mannequin in the storefront window you could have sworn moved. The library card in the book you were reading until that dog trotted up and licked your face. The cookie with two fortunes. The one jamming herself through the paper shredder, afraid to talk to you. The beggar. Hat outstretched bumming for more minutes. The phone number on the bathroom stall with no agenda other than a good time. The good time is a picnic on water, or a movie theatre that only plays your childhood home videos and no one hushes when you talk through them. When you play my videos I throw milk duds at the screen during the scenes I watch myself letting you go — lost to the other side of an elevator — your face switching to someone else’s with the swish of a geisha’s fan. My father could have been a travelling salesman. I could have been born on any doorstep. There are 2,469,501 cities in this world, and a lot of doorsteps. Meet me on the boardwalk. I’ll be sure to wear my eyes. Do not forget your face. I could never."

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“new york craigslist > personals > missed connections”  -megan falley (x)

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this poem is by megan falley. !

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  • I'm Always Tired
  • By: Joyce Manor
  • Of All Things I Will Soon Grow Tired
  • 1,279 Plays

I’m always tired.

I’m always at least half asleep.

Blemish and state how I don’t feel great now.

I don’t hang out in her hair.

I don’t wonder if she cares.

I lay awake now, I entertain my plans.

To one day miraculously be talkative and likable,

To wake up as someone else, someone I know is inside of me,

Just waiting to be put to use by something much more sharp than us.

They pry out every fucking piece and still they’re coming around again.

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