Electric Chaos Theory

Just another writer in just another world...
My People...

Suntanning in the living room.
I’mma ghosttttttttttttttttttt.

The answer to life will be found where it is most lacking.

90s swag

It’s hard to walk from a love that never ended
the fury is deadly, as if I were locked forever
in a room with movies of bridges collapsing.
From While She’s Gone by Jim Carroll (via hush-syrup)

(via so-realism)

Trying to get everything for school. Trying to sign up for food stamps. Trying to make money. I haven’t really felt like being very poetic. It’s times like these when I go into my fiction and bury myself in another world.

Summer in the deep South is not only a season, a climate, it’s a dimension. Floating in it, one must be either proud or submerged.
― Eugene Walter, The Untidy Pilgrim (via melodixmayhem)


My nostalgia for the 90’s is purely economical.


"Aunt Caroline said you can’t come in.” Eva continued walking away from the house.

“What? Why? I thought she was a true southern lady, welcoming with hospitality!” Ruby asked, following Eva through the woods, confused and frustrated.

“She said you need to go to church. She…


I think she had a few whiskey sours before she was born…

and suddenly I want to clean my entire apartment.
Why can’t it happen at 2 pm?