August 2011
2 posts
I’m so ready for the cold weather. Seriously, summer makes me want to be CRAZY lazy. I can’t wait to ride my bike in the cool weather, without having the sun beat down on me and
make me a angry little girl! Come on fall!!
My heart is still mending. I still feel like i don’t belong here. Its been months now. I feel like I am wasting here. There are only a couple people that I even trust right now. I want to move more and more every day. I want to be more quiet, every day. I want to drown out the hurt with the noise of drinking and distractions. I am separated. I am misunderstood. What is stopping me from...
July 2011
18 posts
I want to pretend that I am floating. That all the moments that bore pain and heartache are nothing to me. Just a spoon full of medicine that I slowly dissolved. The question of why I am here is invigorating my senses in the most haunting way. ‘I have purpose’, I tell myself every morning that I sigh and wait for the alcohol to slur my train of thought. I try to blend the days together...
Just got an IPad. My dreams are coming trueeee!!
“aiming and it sunk and we were drunk and we had fleshed it out
nose up in the...”
– Bon Iver
June 2011
5 posts
p.s I deleted my facebook. I want to drop off the face of the earth for a few months. I call it ‘modern day fasting.’ Wish me luck, guys.
I find myself being more quiet than open.
May 2011
10 posts
Every day we chose how our world will end. Every day is an apocalypse.
amazing. →
Iris and Ember →
Apathetic. Entirely. Love is too tough.
April 2011
10 posts
The thick wall dividing our paths doesn’t argue at all, but with the gentle memories that are on constant playback. We hold onto these things as a promise, a improbable one, yes, but it is better to have a false hope than no hope at all.
Someone, Somewhere
Jealous company
Raising their eyebrows
at someone
somewhere
who somewhat
tries and tries
twice and prizes
prizing themselves
In the prayers of their mother
her faint voice
mangy strands
‘Encore’, they sceam
Raging teens, trying to find something
that means, something
to someone
somewhere
who somewhat
tries and tries
Dirty bodies collapse
‘Let loose, Oh...
“Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you...”
– DCFC
March 2011
1 post
Your home is not a home.
A lot of change. A lot of moments where I have almost lost my sanity. This is the past two months of my life. There have been so many things stripped from me, that I have felt so very much like Job. Why me? Why not me?
Why does he have an easy life? Why don’t I? Questions, that have raced through my head, taunting me with the fact that there is no answer. There isn’t a solution. When...
November 2010
2 posts
What do you do when your heart is broken?
October 2010
1 post
Don’t worry. I’m getting a new website, business cards and look. Sooner than later.
Hello, photography, I’m back again.
June 2010
1 post
5 tags
Dreams
It wasn’t until I started dreaming again that I saw the devil. He met me as soon as my head met the pillow.