January 2010
64 posts
December 2009
79 posts
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the greatest gift anyone could ever give to the world is their story.
it’s intimate. personal. unique. and unlike any other thing.
it can’t be manufactured or replicated.
there’s no backspace buttons to erase errors.
and you’re the only one that will know the truth and the origin of every aspect.
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i’ve never had a new years kiss.
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when i sit down to write a blog, i evaluate my state of mind thoroughly.
if i can’t speak from the depths of my heart at the moment, i turn back. i avoid documenting words that aimlessly drift like a river from the bank in my braincells along the streams and creeks emcompassed in my veins.
if the origin of my words...
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olivia sawai.
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nineteen-tegan and sara
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i’m only writing this to take up space.
i’m only typing this to fill a void.
i’m just saying this to say something.
this is only here because nothing else was.
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the backwards pumpkin song- dance gavin dance
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childhood…
man, what a crazy thing it is to think of the years i spent in oblivion.
not gonna lie, they were some of my best.
when i was in elementary school, my friends and i played this game where we’d walk along the roots of trees and try not to fall because the sand between the roots was...
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humans; they’re, for the most part, highly flawed robots.
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la bomba.
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i wonder if he knows when my head is layed between the nook of his forearm and chest, i quietly remind myself that his frame is my pillow, and no other surface could supply the comfort he supplies.
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under the covers i’ve made a cocoon in which my limbs have adapted to and molded in. my mind is elsewhere sending shockwaves of adrenaline and dimethyltryptamine. my pillows play as the head rest to the fictional car i’m driving. take your key. insert it into the ignition. take your gear from park to drive. my...
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Watch
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Aftur Á Ný…
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anthony ronquillo.
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i just found the notes i took in my psychology class sophomore year. they were tucked inside of a converse shoebox scribbled on wrinkled paper sitting in the top of my closet beside the flute i used to play in the fourth grade, the lovely bones novel by alice sebold i bought in a thrift store years ago, and a journal...
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idrisveitch:
Tegan and Sara - Like O, Like H
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sonny moore- gypsyhook
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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind:)
Joel: I had a really nice time last night. Clementine: Nice? Joel: I had the best fucking night of my entire fucking life, last night! Clementine: Thaaaat’s better.
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the truth is i can’t let go of my addiction. and it’ll probably kill me.
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ltracks:
victor ronquillo
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i want to live, i want to love, i want to live, i want to love, i want to live, i want to love,
i want to live, i want to love, i want to live, i want to love, i want to live, i want to love,
i want to live, i want to love, i want to live, i want to love, i want to live, i want to love,
i want to live, i want to love, i...
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Definition of Narcotics: a drug that produces numbness or stupor often taken for pleasure or to reduce pain.
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Existentialism on Prom Night- Straylight Run
I...
in the 4th grade there was this boy named johnny.
johnny wore a helmet because he had severe head issues, causing it to be very sensitive and fragile. issues that no one would ever think necessary to explain to an 8 year old.
in the 4th grade, i was like any other 8 year old; awkward, annoying, and far too sure of themselves. the miniature highschooler you knew they would grow to be with the...
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late nites.
early mornings.
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i was the girl in elementary school who dug in the sandbox every day because she thought it would actually lead to china.
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i’m happily a one trick pony when it comes to this amazing weather.
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today i took the time to sit and realize that i’m the girl who watches makeup tutorials to become more mature. to be able to have the appearance of someone who knows what they’re doing. to be seen as someone who witholds some kind of beauty. when all along i knew that ten minutes in i’d just end up drawing...
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the below photos are the random product of me not sleeping lastnite and deciding to go outside barefoot and snap photos of my surroundings.
i desperately wish i could feel that inspired every single moment of my life.
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