wish list de jour

can we not just break free for a little while?

I'm having trouble letting you in.

And even more trouble letting you out.

it's getting old fast

J.D. Salinger died. 

Blue Christ

the only way to keep the mind from wandering is to keep it busy.

paint paint paint  

typography time

polaroid by weheartit

typography by nww

Stability

Simple cafe.

Pan cakes.

You make me sick.

All that I wished for

Came crashing down

In the 

End.

Stab me in the back

A little less.

A little more.

Push me out the sliding 

Door.

Hold my hair and 

Rock my core.

As I vomit

On the 

Floor.

I was yours

I could have swore.

iSlate

An iPhone, a Mac and a tablet all in one. Insanity. 

jamais.

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punkrockassins

nineteen.

Like the wind 

I go.

For fear of the absolution

That will never come.

I brought down walls

For you.

And put up paths

In which we could

Follow.

Bright, they were.

Yet little pieces

Dropped away incessantly,

Like paint peeling 

From wood.

And faces were saved and

Unsaved.

And the rain?

It fell harder, more frequently and

Colder still. 

These walks are longer than

Ever. 

POMYŚLNOŚĆ

I looked for you for a while.

I have finally found you. 

witness something, like blood oozing.

fuck 'em. fuck 'em all.

Grey Green

Painting today. I've put it off long enough, so I better get down to it. School starts back up again tomorrow, which will ultimately hinder my time to create even more. Luckily I have Tuesdays & Fridays off this semester. It's odd how quickly things can change. Everything that you thought was set in stone and the patterns you have created can suddenly crumble and fall away and you're left with nothing. You have to start over again, building everything back up. People you thought you knew really surprise you and the friends you didn't think cared actually have your back. For now I am just going to focus on personal goals and pleasing myself for once because doing that for someone else isn't real and just goes to tumultuous shit anyhow. 

I am going to watch old movies in bed tonight & eat chocolate like its my job. I got no one to impress! Marketing @ 9am tomorrow. Yess. 

truth

it's when you stop looking for something "special" that you actually find it.

January

Good god, great sky.

I've lost hope.

The snow falls softy on 

The trees creating

A muted color scheme.

Insulating me in and

Blocking out all the noise.

I could lay here,

Buried in the snow

Until spring.

When the warm sun of March

Melts the frost around my

Head and limbs.

Perhaps then my

Heart will beat again. 

You should have killed me when you had the chance.

Another day.