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has that thing ever happened to you
where you tell someone you want to kiss them
and then they literally sink to the floor and stop talking
Audio with 251 plays reblogged from i have hair and i have glasses with 31 notes
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]I don’t think I’ll find the love I want, the love I’m searching for, in this machine… oh…
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Audio with 340 plays reblogged from i have hair and i have glasses with 30 notes
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]The lights go on. The lights go off.
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The three-eyed thing stared me in the face. Five lenses reflected and refracted off of each other as our faces got closer. Not my doing, of course. It inched towards me on its spindly legs, each reaching across the pavement, slowly, one over the other, getting nearer and more frightening.
And somehow less frightening as well.
“Hello,” I said.
It didn’t say anything back. I didn’t think it would. I wasn’t even sure it had a mouth, or any sort of language skills for that matter. It just kept moving, its feet touching down in smaller increments, drawing out the moment. I cleared my throat.
“Hello.” More confidence in my voice this time. The creature stopped moving. The tiny hairs covering its slimy insect-like body stood at attention, twitching and flicking back and forth. Its mandibles clashed together. It wasn’t menacing though, more like an acknowledgement. I had danced my part of the tango, taken my steps, and it was working out what to do next. Would it sidestep me and dance away or take a dive and make me swoon?
It chattered to itself once more, then it blinked. The music had stopped for it, the dance would not continue. It made a sound almost like a cough, and then it turned around and left.
And so I stood alone in the street, watching it leave, my friends lying unconscious by my side. Were they even my friends when they weren’t awake? Did they think about me as a companion or as a face to occupy their subconscious? To fuel their dreams? Am I a dream to them?
I close my eyes. Just two of them for me. I try to picture the faces of my friends, the ones lying directly to my sides. I try to recall noses and ears and cheeks and freckles. Do any of them even have freckles? What colors are their eyes? Can I remember?
It’s all fuzzy and half-true. Nothing’s solid. Every second with my eyes closed brings them farther away from me and soon they’re all hazy. The only thing in my mind is the three-eyed thing that stared at me for a minute or two. I can see its empty black eyes, shiny and wise and oh so vapid all the same. Maybe because I didn’t understand it. I felt like it understood me, though. My fears and my shame. All I could see of it was how weird it looked, how misunderstood it must have felt when walking amongst my kind.
I can picture its arms and legs, not sure which was which given the way it moved, slinking across the ground. I can recall its pincers, its jaw, its teeth, its saliva.
What were their names?
I don’t dare open my eyes.
Audio with 20 plays reblogged from i have hair and i have glasses with 12 notes
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]When I was a young boy I tried to listen.
listening to this song on loop
ive never given it much attention before
its always just been another track on an old coldplay album
but right now its the most beautiful song ive ever heard
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whatisundermyhat asked: hey zach did you know things never work out the way you want them to?
yes i did know that thanks
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Right away, great captain, I’ll go where you need me.
please don’t leave me
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