The Downlow

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austin, texas, United States
aspiring writer, English and journalism student, hails from Texas. likes include writing, coffee, books, whisky and people.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

i come in peace


"So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons, and maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from,
we can still choose where we go from there.
We can still do things, and we can try to feel okay about them."

-loch


simple thing

Way too much to do in no time at all, I'm tired all the time. I'm in a good mood though! It just seems impossible to get shit done. Sorry posting has been so lame lately, I've been sleeping whenever I can, hah.
On a side note, I think that it would be unrealistic for a person to expect to be able to please everyone in the long run. I don't think it very much sense, though, to use that as an excuse for not making the most of the time you have.

I currently like
rings
margaritas
driving at night
apartment shopping
looking through all of my books
the prospect of finally being back in awestennn
working at a fast food establishment
friends being in town
Childish Gambino
floral prints
poetry
sleep

love you,
Loch.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

just a line in a song

I think I forgot what I used to believe. Unhappiness should never be accepted.

Sometimes you have to love, and sometimes you have to fight.
I love you,
Loch.

(I wonder if you're still reading this,
should you be?)

(this post is not for who you're guessing.)

Thursday, July 7, 2011

I'm alright

www.fictionpress.com/~alexandraloch

Just posted a shitton of new (or in some cases really old) stuff. If you don't tell me what you want to see more of, how am I supposed to know?

I think I'm gonna quit with the deviantart thing, I'm not a huge fan.
I love you,
Loch

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

i refuse to slow down

"I should like to know which is worse: to be raped a hundred times by negro pirates, to have a buttock cut off, to run the gauntlet among the Bulgarians, to be whipped and flogged in an auto-da-fe, to be dissected, to row in a galley- in short, to endure all the miseries through which we have passed, or to remain here doing nothing?"
-Voltaire, Cadide

I want I want I want!

-Loch

Sunday, July 3, 2011

leave me alone

Nights like tonight make me nothing but very, very tired. 
"Do not weep; do not wax indignant. Understand."

-Loch

Thursday, June 30, 2011

I just kick it from my head

"We need not be let alone. We need to be bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?"

-Loch

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

howl

"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt.
Happiness is never grand."



fight, fight, fight, live

-Loch

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

house made of paper

Dr. Pepper does not taste as good without whisky.

There are not enough hours in the day and thoughts are building building building up and I'm editing when I should be making phone calls. I am tearing everything apart and rebuilding. Sorry I'm posting twice.


Take cover, signs don't show,
you drove me off the road,
but you let go cause your hope is gone,
and every question fades away



You tread water, fighting for the air in your lungs,
move, move closer,
maybe you can right all your wrongs.



It's a shame you don't know what you're running from.
Would your bones have to break and your lights turn off,
would it take the end of time to hear your heart's false start?
You know this is your biggest mistake, 
what a waste, what a waste, what a waste,
and of all the things you never explained,
you know this is your biggest mistake.


Wipe the mud stains from your face,
stop the engine, stop pretending.
Wipe the mud stains from your face, stop the engine,
stop pretending that your still breathing.


-loch

p.s. happy birthday Kay Elle, I love youu <3