Once upon a time there lived this chick who was suffocated on a daily basis. One day, she decided to disconnect herself from her smothering reality. She developed the power to turn milk chocolatey and to learn. This helped her on her journey. She stabbed the pencil into her vains and injected words...she was an addict ( Read more... )

I have been learning...I adore it. I feel a sense of pride when I look in the mirror. I think that flaws can be attractive...scars are little signs that I have survived. I can't wait to disappoint all those who wait in the shadows for me to fuck up. I am going to make mistakes...I've already made many, but to keep going feels the best. Do the thing ( Read more... )

Without black, no color has any depth.When you mix black with everything there are shadows and fullness. I think you HAVE to mix black into your palette or you'll never create anything that's real ( Read more... )

I want what I don't have. When I get it, I don't want it anymore. I cried with a friend last night...it's the best way to cry. He held me and we hurt together. We fell apart in each other's arms...it's the best way to fall apart. I feel like I should lock myself in a dark cell somewhere and leave everyone alone. I don't want to hurt anyone. All I ( Read more... )

Writing has been really helping me out here lately. Maybe I haven't had time to type but writing in any form is awesome. The world stops...even now. There's nothing else. No noise, no tomorrow, no yesterday, nothing else ( Read more... )

I'm letting the world crash me into beauty. Peace. Tranquility. Soaking it in. Breathing ( Read more... )

My thots are merely shadows of my fuct up and complicated feelings. Darker, emptier, simpler. I love to cut open my brain and run my fingers through the pages of my conscience. When I go to check on the people I use to be that I've captured in the records I contain in my head I see all the things that have changed. The things that have disappeared ( Read more... )

The risk of love is loss. The risk of loss is grief. It's funny when you lose something or someone and you can't feel it. It's like I don't even give a fuck. Maybe I just don't want it to bother me or maybe I welcomed this person's presence so much because I've endured so much solitude. Whatever the reason, it's not fucking with me like I thot it ( Read more... )

I'm scared, shattered and alone...I'll be ok. :) Whatever has happened in the past has worked together to bring me to this point...to this moment. That's all that matters, right? The moment, giving in, breathing, letting go, hanging on, freaking out, coming apart, expieriencing it all. Taking NOTHING for granted ( Read more... )

Humor is a great thing. The minute I feel laughter kiss my lips and a smile spread across my face, all my irritations and resentments melt away ( Read more... )