completely unrelated.

stumbleupon

I just want to lay for about 60 hours. Or perhaps never do anything ever again. 

"I ran up the stairs..."

my boat has capsized.

it is 2am and I cannot swim.

if I drown, we all drown. 

I pull at seaweed.

grab for broken wood.

the light house isn't far,

but I know I will 

not make it.

I have but not enough

strength to swim,

nor enough will. 

a nice set.

unfinished, acrylic on canvas 

my friend, Tyler Durden.

"Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives."

But I did not shoot the Didot

otherwise stated.

truth

- Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
- I don't know. That's a good question.
- That's when you know you've found somebody special.
When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Lykke Li

There's a possibility 
There's a possibility
All that I had was all I'm gonna get
All I wanted is gone with your stare
All I wanted is gone with your stare
So tell me when you hear my heart stop
You're the only one that knows
Tell me when you hear my silence
There's a possibility I would't know
Know that when you leave
Know that when you leave
By blood about me you walk like a thief
By blood about me I fall when you leave
So tell me when you hear my heart stop
You're the only one that knows
Tell me when you hear my silence
There's a possibility I wouldn't know
So tell me when my sigh is over
You're the reason why I'm closed
Tell me when you hear me falling
There's a possibility it wouldn't show
Know that when you leave
Know that when you leave
By blood about me I fall when you leave
By blood about me i follow your lead

Bottle of Beringers.

Can we please open a new book now?

This one is getting old. 

running

lets make this happen.

socks

collage. 

I like your left eye

we climb stairs with 

roots for feet

and spoons for

hands.

we are good for

nothing.

but we can become

stable

and stir your

tea.

elegantly crafted hand drawn picture of yours truly done by none other then Miles Chikoski.

pure talent. 

are things looking up?

www.vbphoto.tk

tuna salad, Moby Dick

I like it when old friends become new friends again.

Remember when we kissed?

ohh yep.

I fuckin hate this bullshit. 

herro!

can't take shit too seriously. 

last & first

I want perfection. I want cold noses pressing together. I want purple & white to merge & make violet. I want soft t-shirts & warm skin. I want an ocean for us to swim in. I want a picture of your smile. I want trust. I want to trust. I want hope for something better, something worth it, something that I can't live without. I want to work for something in order to make it right. I want sleep to make the time go by faster. I want everything to finally fall into place. I want perfection.