“on southwood plantation road,

where the dead will walk again,

put on their sunday best,

mingle with unsuspecting christian men.”

i want to say I’m sorry for stuff I haven’t done yet
things will shortly get completely out of hand
i can feel it in the rotten air tonight
in the tips of my fingers
in the skin on my face
in the weak last gasp of the evening’s dying light
in the way those eyes I’ve always loved illuminate this place
like a trashcan fire in a prison cell
like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell
i will walk down to the end with you
If you will come all the way down with me

“old college try” by the mountain goats

hi, i'm mary-kate. i initially got on tumblr as a wide-eyed freshman to post sunny photos i took in my everyday life, but now i'm still here on this website at 22, reblogging memes and using phrases like "reblogging memes". the internet is fucking weird, and we love it, don't we? oh, yes we do.

about me? i'm a slacker in college--excuse me, i mean senior in college--and waitress extraordinaire*. i like most people, so that means i probably like you, statistically speaking. i am a communication studies major at emerson college who would rather mediate conflicts than publicize relations. i think that it's not about the destination, but the journey. that's why i expand my brain with the Metro crossword during my daily public transportation endeavors. i almost always thank the bus driver when i get off the bus, but never thank the T conductor. i mean, he doesn't even have to steer the thing.

here's my locked twitter

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*"extraordinaire" is the french word for "spilly and forgetful" right?