there was an app for this. i wish i was a river. you’d study me. i’d be everywhere, but you could never pin point me. i would be ever changing. i would be the provider, not the consumer. i’d be beautiful. i wish i could stare at naked bodies all day. i wish i was paid to wonder and have all those thoughts stay in my head. i wish my brain could literally bust open and...
ich kann mir nicht merken dich zu vergessen. ich kann mir nicht merken dich nicht mehr zu kennen. ich kann mir nicht merken nicht mehr an dich zu denken…ich bin nicht gut in liebesbriefen, hab nur angst vor verletzungen, doch bei dir sind diese zeilen meine geistige rettung. here i struggle with you, my brother, my brother.
The things you own will end up owning you.– Fight Club
this week… i cried. the last time that happened was sophomore year. nope, i wasn’t teary-eyed. i ate meat. the last time that happened was the summer of 2007. i threw up due to the over consumption of alcohol. the last time that happened was the second time i ever drank.
The man is the new woman. Make up for men, undressed men. Sex sells. And I mean. The bimbo was replaced by the himbo. You know! Baby, you fuck good You were, you were wonderful But I, but I think it’d be best if you rolled off Checka chicks, they see when I roll up Tailored Never rock a rubber band When I go home it’s from behind, the seat, stupid I’m not a man’s man I...
College Month #3; could i not be any more creative...
i pray my lack of belongingness soon disappears. i can’t forever be lonely. no one deserves that. tomorrow….today, i need 100 sheets of 9x12 drawing paper. FUCK YOU, TRETINOIN! :’( 16 more days ‘til i’m back home with my family and friends and my old, dirty habits (which are the following: sewing, wire-cutting/jewelry making, drawing, painting, sketching,...