To-Do List: November 20145-11-2014 She can make you hard just by not looking at you7-11-2014 Glitter, flour and tears7-11-2014 A 50s housewife and a pet9-11-2014 Sitting next to myself in thirty years10-11-2014 Crying for Beak10-11-2014 Johnnie walker red and coffee10-11-2014 Nerdy boys10-11-2014 Hip hops and floodies11-11-2014 Poly bi sissy boi slave girl pet thing11-11-2014 How many labels is too many labels?!11-11-2014 Happy to be a familiar13-11-2014 Tuna sandwich14-11-2014 Butter menthol girl19-11-2014 Midnight chores23-11-2014 What did moths used to flock to before man existed?
To-Do List: October 201402-10-2014 Paint splattered boots04-10-2014 Babies, dogs and street art05-10-2014 Paint and beers05-10-2014 And just like that, I lost an hour08-10-2014 Water girl13-10-2014 Pretty little rope marks13-10-2014 All these broken men13-10-2014 I always feel like I am entering the relationship with someone, they are never doing it back to me.13-10-2014 He growls like you did.13-10-2014 Pavlov was wrong16-10-2014 Winking at children19-10-2014 Dust bunnies are honourable19-10-2014 Also works great on butts19-10-2014 She keeps her toolkit with her make up24-10-2014 Pineapple and minestrone soup24-10-2014 One step behind and to the right26-10-2014 You have to stretch to get anywhere in life26-10-2014 Putting clothes on just to take them off again29-10-2014 Blubes and strawbs29-10-2014 Getting stoned and eating chicken kievs
Tenderi remember you.
To-Do List: September 201402-09-2014 Eight year old jealousy15-09-2014 Condoms and mushrooms19-09-2014 Icecream tips30-09-2014 Take me off your roster, I can't come out to play30-09-2014 She's not the kind of girl who does things in halves30-09-2014 Is not afraid of blood tests and enjoys black jellybeans
To-Do List: August 201408-08-2014 4am thumb wars08-08-2014 Red wine brush18-08-2014 Tell your mother i'm sorry
To-Do List: July 201415-07-2014 I think everyone's felt like they've wasted so much time
To-Do List: June 201406-06-2014 Listen to your feet08-06-2014 Nobody knows what a dinosaurs penis looks like08-06-2014 Cats, cuts, chai lattes and croissants
Ciclical movements1.starfill e dpossibility2.laughter bringanything3.only you4. breathecstatic thing5.rainlike sobetweenme6. trusteachhand7. whisper moreabouthim8.feel rainbow today9.little moment s sing10.theylike warm blue sky11.comfortessential12. surprisehopeand wonder13.see a positive happen14. todaycan bloom15.givebetter16. and let's find happiness
To-Do List: May 201402-05-2014 Inner city sea birds09-05-2014 I feel like i've made a decision i'm just not sure what it is yet22-05-2014 Coffins always look so small27-05-2014 Figuring out what to do with the rest of d's life.
You're not a failure for failingHer small, anxious handsgrabbed the cup, a bit too largeas it slipped down and tumbled to the ground,the milky mess covering the carpet:her mother let out a disapproving sighand rolled her eyes,“Will you ever do anything right?”and that’s when she beganto limit her aspirations,so that her dreams would never be too large,so she’d never make any mistakesshe’d never again drop the cup,but she’d never have enough to drink.
fa(r)ceface me, faux pas princess;meet my eyes,take a deep breath.let's begin.where do i go in the wakeof your empty empathy embersburning through the wallsi built to hold me safe -this honesty blisters blatant,and i wonder how perceptionhas managed to fail youin such a spectacular way.face me, flighty fighter;hold my gaze,hold my gaze,only cowards look away.this is a warning,or a goodbye.if you play at salvation for long enough,maybe someday you'll be ableto save yourself.this is a machination that whirs whirlpool predictabilityand you imagine that youknow me, daydreamer -let's revise,let's rewrite;i am so much morethan definitions.face me, flickerswitch;maybe i would love you moreif the lights were out.(maybe i could love you longerif you kept your mouthclosed.)and sometimes i believethat you can only love mewhen i'm playingthe victim,because you're so busyin your role of saviourthat
Two sidesA dark lifeFull of secretsHiddenBehind closed doorsA cheerful smileEmpty and fakeA maskSo others won't worry
perspective (distances)under the stars,two solitary figureshuddle apart.head meets shoulderin a vast act of intimateseparationbridging brink to brink,eyes span cavernous silenceand shine;islands entwinedacross a pitch ocean,carelessly eclipsedby the waves.tonightyou move mountains in-articulated seven leaguedesertion.intentions ever fairin tension everfearful.under the stars,two solitary figureshurtle togetherand inevitable,change melts slow;an irrevocable hazeof night curvinginto day.
whispers are a certaintyher utterance swervesin the vanguard of tumultbefore it is moltenand molded into a river of clay,then sculptedinto a bust.(and it neverpanned out the wayshe wanted it to.)this vacillationis an effigyof grandiose statu(r)esand her locution stands tallwhen the barricadesare torn down.it only recoilswhen defensesare dam(m/n)ingbecause weightis not meant to floatin the gravitas of gravity.
crumblingscrowded house,crowded mind;you are a neglectedinfrastructure.there's a road ahead,and it's a broken-down disaster.your steps unsteady,you are opening your eyes.you are coming outof the dark.this isn't what you wanted,but it's time to revise.deterioration,decimation;you are an overrunanarchy.there's a world in you,it's not what you wanted.this isn't what you planned,but it can still bebeautiful.(re)take the city(re)claim the land(re)build.
Fires Like Usmemories flood and a strange fuel chokes its blurry taste into mouths where words and will again, break down and it's here where our ghosts are haunted where the simplest air hosts and feeds fires like us, our orange knives, whittling away the years and miles-behind into memory and it's in this kindled breath that we forget
Tears and AshesYou don't need to lie,to make yourself interesting;Or gain some brand of..empathy..Sympathy created this way,is often devastating;Even if pain is commonly..relatable..Your character won't elevate;It'll only deplete..Unraveling faster,than every falsity,that waltzed you into..your next disaster..The lies become,the only consistent..factor..As you throw yourself,into the flames,you lose all the parts that..matter..And when the smoke clearsthe wreckage will be..irreparable..For everything you hoped,to embrace;Will be laid to waste..As everything you lovedabout your coveted lie has been..erased..You sit alone again;Tears and ashes,all you've claimed.
stay even-keel, even if it killsraptor, raptorraptures wrapped her head in with the rafters.echo bliss with depthuntil she's wrapped upin a bow-tie(d/own)uniform of sober tilting.somber livingand taping rhythmto the wriststhat duct veinslike streams of tape.this is naturaland animal. it's incrediblehow societal cultures can bein countering your feintsof disbelief.this beliefis that realityduct tapesyour echoes of blisswith depthof sober tiltinguniform of sober livingbecause bliss is addictive.and we need all folksdown (to earth)to make sure no oneis higher (than anyone else).
Not TweetingI was hereway beforethose twits were.