twoseconds!

24 year old graphic designer & photographer living in baltimore.
i also write.

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  • April 2, 2012 12:18 am

    For the past week, Adam and I have consistently said that being up to New York isn’t going to be a big deal and that he would see everyone just as much as before and he would come down to visit and everyone would only be a short bus trip away and bla bla bla bla. But the fact of the matter is that my best friend just moved out of the city and while I’ll still see him a few times a month, (and it’s kind of selfish to say), it’s going to suck not having him around. And I know that sentiment rings true with a lot of our other friends as well.

    Again, I was preparing to write a long dissertation about our friendship and how he’s helped me out with so many things in my life and supported so many of our friends and how great of a friend he is, etc. etc., but I’ll refrain from any long-winded storytelling. Adam is by far my best bro and I’ll miss him a lot, but all this move means is that I’ll be spending more money on bus tickets.

  • January 21, 2012 1:05 pm
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    Jawbreaker - Do You Still Hate Me?

    We’re getting older.
    But we’re acting younger.
    We should be smarter.
    It seems we’re getting dumber.

  • January 7, 2012 2:46 pm

    (Source: kneelift)

  • December 26, 2011 10:37 pm
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    palisade:

    Joshua Radin- “Winter”

    I remember the sound of your November downtown, and I remember the truth, a warm December with you.  But I don’t have to make this mistake, and I don’t have to stay this way.  If only I would wait.

  • December 26, 2011 1:02 am
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    The Weakerthans - Aside

    Measure me in metered lines, in one decisive stare, the time it takes to get from here to there. My ribs that show through t-shirts and these shoes I got for free; I’m unconsoled, I’m lonely. I am so much better than I used to be. Terrified of telephones and shopping malls, and knives, and drowning in the pools of other lives. Rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony, get clobbered on by courtesy. In love with love, and lousy poetry. And I’m leaning on this broken fence between past and present tense. And I’m losing all those stupid games that I swore I’d never play. And it almost feels okay.

  • December 17, 2011 10:38 am
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    Saves the Day - Holly Hox, Forget Me Nots

    Every skyline and every night spent alone are tearing me apart.

  • November 28, 2011 12:30 am
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    palisade:

    I saw myself touch your face and I noticed jets begin to race above our heads.  And I pinched my arm and remembered how much you hate me.  I remembered the fact that I can’t see what you need and I’m too stupid to be aware of the beauty that you give this place and how shitty this town would seem without you in it.  When you aren’t around I let the shades fall down to shut out all the sun’s light and make myself feel all right.  What am I doing with my life?

  • November 10, 2010 4:49 pm
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    possesions never meant anything to me
    i’m not crazy
    well that’s not true, i’ve got a bed, and a guitar
    and a dog named dog who pisses on my floor
    that’s right, i’ve got a floor
    so what?
    i’ve got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
    where everything important to me
    just seems to fall right down my leg
    and on to the floor
    my closest friend, linoleum
    linoleum
    supports my head
    gives me something to believe
    that’s me on the beachside combing the sand
    metal meter in my hand
    sporting a pocket full of change
    that’s me on the street with a violin under my chin
    playing with a grin
    singing gibberish
    that’s me on the back of the bus
    that’s me in the cell
    that’s me inside your head
    that’s me inside your head
    that’s me inside your head