Every once in awhile I feel the need to update, but then realize so much has occurred since the last time I refreshed this obligatory rant box that I wouldn't be able to clearly convey or give proper justice to what meaning these new things hold in my life. Either that's stopping me or there are a few people on here that I'd prefer to keep unaware ( Read more... )

This halloween was spent in DC with my lovely. Before attending the skeeaziest art freak costume party in the history of my small lifespan, Spencer and I decided I'd wear only the accessories from the kit I ordered, paired with my pseudo corset and thus the Renaissance Outcasts came about, or something to that effect. Isn't his mask the... IT?


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One of the strangest things I've ever experienced occurred last night... The first night in a week that I've spent without Spencer at my side ( Read more... )

I want to be at school, working on my three new paintings, learning about some alternate perspective on literature, and talking about which amazing drugs the new girl has taken. I'll even stand to write about forced concepts, excluding the topic of gerbils. As soon as I leave here, I'll ready for bed. Loving sleep for what it brings, I also dread ( Read more... )

I HATE TENSES!

I want to transcend time! THERE IS NO PAST, PRESENT OR FUTURE! Only Passenture!! Guuuuhhhhhhhhhh.

I'm writing monthly horoscopes this year for my school's newspaper, The Chronicle (update: or not) I thought I might share them with you. Don't take them too seriously, hey. Even though they are loosely based on some scientific lunar/planetary alignment fun. Anyway enjoy. Unless you're allzpalz in which case, don't read this!

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My apologies little cylindrical headbounds to etch. There's persisting henna drizzles escaping cuticle slits every wake. Though, somewhere under the medonic swirl, freeing sense feels like stickless honey-also pop your post-it melon, Hubert. And while you're at it, come inside. I've gardening waiting on salt stains abundant. Tickle tickle, who's ( Read more... )

Spencer just went back home to DC and I'm wallowing in wordless memory so come with me, if you like, back to friday, a journey through the closest setting of the land before time I've ever witnessed.

TEASER (Be warned there are lots):

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