fucked as hell.

do you think of me as a noun or an adjective?

a person or the chaos that I thrive in?

every word was honest and every word needed to be said and I don't regret
I refuse to regret.
theres nothing to fear at all
and I remember all those things i used to see but i don't
want to regress  I don't
want to go back to that immoral place that ( Read more... )

Ah

Ah

what am I doing?

Ah

Holly you fucking idiot.

My pirate name is:

Bloody Jenny Cash


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condition yourself into such a machine
so deluded we are able to miss out on missing out
and leave those dreams scattered in graves

this trip is going wrong
and all you can do is wait it out
the pretender knows better than to pick these surroundings
the ones that make them sink
up to your neck in mind forced oblivion
and thats when enough is enough
but it really broods far too much

I just set up the oil painting set my grandparents bought me for my birthday. I don't actually know how to paint yet; but now I have no excuse not to learn.

seamless perfect faultline ( Read more... )

built me up from that part you hide ( Read more... )

damn, I wish I was awake enough to write this better... but I'm not. so here are a few random thoughts from tonight that I will hopefully fix later.

that battle of the minds that was already forgotten by everyone else

you are the one who writes yourself

maybe the biggest test is to stay in one place, and yet not let anyone trap you there

I just found out that if things keep going the way they are Alex will probably be able to come home on Friday!