i am designing and constructing a dress for a contest based on recycled materials ( Read more... )

fucking philosophiles
i'm in a mood
but it will pass thankgod
everything is a joke
of course it is
life is too beautiful and terrible
to take so seriously

rap my wrists when i get fucking moody please

My reflection on the computer screen

Over your picture like glass is between us

He said we never should have been

That he’s sorry this is hard for me

Like they could know, but I’m mirrored

And you haven’t said anything

Now I’m wearing a second hand boys tee

A robot, which we found so happy in the racks

I am myself and shine in his hands, still

Little ( Read more... )

is overwhelmed
impossibly
permenently
drunkenly

i want to punch something like a boy would
but at least i feel no urge,
not even a little bit,
not at all,
to cry
i must be cured

the physical world

i love sewing
cooking
eating
painting
laughing
walking
singing
ect.

i am happy

i want to say more about why
but i don't need to
and it's better not to

i am overwhelmed
this is much
much too good
he and i is something else
i keep wondering
what's the catch?
this is too

i feel so hopeful
at peace
it may be premature
but i think i have gotten past this thing in my head
and now that i'm on the other side of it
beautiful things are recognized and welcome

i want to just enjoy this feeling while i have it

to enjoy this point in my life for exactly what it is
to move on
to be happy
to make something that exposes me
like a painting or a song, that takes bravery to share

people seem to hold me into shapes sometimes ( Read more... )