The eye of the Galaxy turns mechanically to and fro ( Read more... )

I feel like walking outside wearing nothing to keep me warm but an oversized orange hat that I no longer possess. I feel like daring the wind to whip my hair flirtatiously around my face. I feel like jumping into the sole care of the breeze and having my meager one hundred pounds be carried away by a cold emotionless gust, feeling his tempting ( Read more... )

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( photos from a marvelous day )

the man awoke with a groan, his ever-cheerful eyes cloudy and dull with pain. he weakly spat salt and grit out of his mouth, and winced as he became fully conscious. he gently lifted an aching arm to touch his throbbing head, and let out a groan as tired fingers touched the mix of blood and sand gluing his hair to his face. he grunted, and ( Read more... )

his eyelids slid open and allowed the slanting rays of morning to light his eyes into a glowing liquid brown. as soon as his pupils contracted, the sadness that never leaked over onto his fair cheeks welled up to add to the liquid effect of his brown eyes. he laid in bed studying the cracks in his slanted ceiling until the alarm clock beside his ( Read more... )

im not vacationing from this journal, i need my daily dose of grammar whores, latin updates, and literature.

( new photographs. lots of them. be warned. )

Contemplations

do you wanna die?i wish my eyes were square like yours ( Read more... )

REVISION:the grass beneath my feet is soft and i feel like im living one massive cliche. i collapse to the ground and in a crumpled heap my eyes gaze up at the stars. confused at which glowing orbs belonged to the burning eyes of the heavens and which to the monotonous stares of the airplanes traversing the celestial, my tired eyes collapse as ( Read more... )

so, ive decided to make this my 'art' journal. photography AND writing. because i can do that.

( black and white photographs. je les aime beaucoup. )