I wish my art studio was set up in our new house so I can finally start painting. Feels like months since packing and un packing, settling in and waiting. Its raining here at the beach, I’m feeling very Lydia Deez today and considering going down to the water to take some photos. Might be dumb because I won’t be able to capture shit, but it’ll get me out o this house. Work...
Thanks a bunch
It’s like I’m watching my world fall apart in front of my eyes and I can’t do one thing to make it easier to watch or help.
i understand that the internet is an open forum for a battleground of bloodshed at the battle royal of who’s better than who behind a lit up LCD screen… but FUCK OFF. i think the world as a whole needs a fucking preschool lesson in compassion, but not only that, but not feeling the need to voice your opinion when the opinion is deconstructive, especially at the hand of your own self...
Are never ever ever…. Getting back together.
It’s strange how much you hear your neighbors but seem to never see them. I hear my neighbors all day an night, and walk into the halls to rarely run into anyone in my 6 door long hallway. You hear their life routines through thin walls, their arguments, their overly passionate sex, their music or favorite shows. You can smell their culture, their beliefs, their position on “the more...
Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can’t move Awake but cannot open my eyes And the weight is crushing down on my lungs I know I can’t breathe And I hope someone will help me this time And your mother’s still calling you insane and high Swearing it’s different this time And you tell her you give in to the demons that possess her And that God never blessed her insides Then you hang...
mine is probably the best human being on this planet. she makes me not want to have a kid, because i will never be able to follow in her foot steps.
HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER VACCATION
looks like everyone BUT ME had the summer of their lives. i moved from my adopted home in mammoth to LA, and it was my first summer back in 6 years. it was hot and SUCKED FUCKING MAJOR ASS. i worked my ass off, never had time to do any of the things that i wanted, and when i finally had time, i was too tired from working so much. spent my days off covering other people’s shifts that were...
i know that america is built on dreams and hopes, but news flash…. no one’s dreams are coming true. this might come off extremely negative to most people, especially PRO AMERICA people… but, sorry, i’m not sorry. america has the working class, which should be renamed WORKING THEIR FUCKING ASSES OFF TO SURVIVE CLASS, and instills these subconscious dreams, hopes and...
It’s like a bunch of extremely different and diverse stars crashed into each other and created me. One of a kind, never to be another.
I think we all want to be daddy’s girls, some of us just never get to be. No matter how hard we try.
I’m happy lately. With no real reason to feel like okay. I’m not necessarily content, and my wants are still there… But I’m happy. I wonder if this is what normal people feel like. If this is what okay is… If this is happiness with not having what you really want in life. I feel, okay, for the first time since… I can remember. And not for writing purposes,...
But I don’t sit idly by Ahhh… I’m planning a big surprise I’m gonna fight for what I want to be I won’t make the same mistakes Because I know Because I know how much time that wastes