Tue
Aug
4
Exhausted from navigating the storm.
Night. space. stars. blackness. abysses. united fronts. untidy rooms.
Sun
May
31
(via gatekeeper)
beautiful. howevez, I dost believe China looks like this day and night…
Artist: Jessica Tremp
Sat
May
23
Oh, how I so totally agree. However, if my ass isn’t kicked every now and then, I become a total wanker. WANKER.
Life Is Designed To Kick Your Ass (tees available upon a click or at Wordboner Store and MakeYourOwnWordboner)
Yes.
Sun
Apr
26
Love
I think I’m becoming all too comfortable with the solitary life. I try on new love like red shoes: lovely, hot, sometimes swarthy, and then I want to take them off, because they’re too tight, or they don’t look nice in the afternoon. Love is beginning to feel this way to me. It gets so damned exciting, and then I realize the person is so gone on his own journey to healing, he can’t possibly stop to shake my hand. He’s already on the train, waving out the window.
I want to believe. I see love happening for so many, and they seem so happy, so content, so blissful, smiling. I think they must be stupid. Love smacks me across the face like an icy cold hand, left out in the January wind for too long. It wants to pull me under the covers and suffocate me there. So, I destroy it.
I put out the flames fast with worry, with fear, with the draining feeling of despair.
It was a lot easier at 19.
