tasteless

sleeping on the moon and dreaming on the sun
hot cold
hot cold
I like the cold
the heat hurts my life
atoms and explosions
my brain and my heart
stay out of both and fall in the sewer's mouth
he thinks you taste good
but he spits out your soul

heartwork

your wings turned black today
but you're still in my heart
get out
get out
get out
i love you
when your wings fall off
you'll still be in my heart
i hate you.

kissmekillme

i know you won't swallow your pride
your pride is like razors
stabbed me in the heart on more than one occasion
you can still see my scars
scars in such an intricate pattern
to make sure i will never forget the impact you had
if those scars weren't so beautiful,
i'd hate your existence
they tell a story
of incense and cigarettes and paint fumes and lipstick
the most color that has ever been in my world
and it faded back to black and white
but i love gray
gray is familiar
gray is convenient
gray is comfortable
but it was you all along
giving me life and killing me at the same time
you're detrimental to my survival
you're detrimental to my demise.

my brain ran dumb.

where did all the people i love care about go?

everyone is disappearing when i need them the most.

i love the colours of fall and spring.

summer hurts.

pumpkin ravioli is the best.

i've learned more in the past year, than i've learned in my whole life.

that's not true.

all of high school all of high school and middle school.

who knows?

if i have a daughter, she's going to have Deery Lou everything.

take me to Tokyo.

I don't want miss booze at all.

i look like young Liza Minnelli. kill me.

BIG EYES are beautiful eyes.

"breakout in a moonage daydream oh yeah"

fireworks make m3 jumpy.

change isn't always good. sometimes changing things makes it lose their nostalgia.

lomography.

the snoring is out of control.

try your hardest and prosper in this mixed up world.

kill them with kindness

lose yourself in music, art, dance, creativity.

i still have a hard time believing that i'm going to have a watermelon in my stomach, very soon. <3

my eyes hurt.

my brain ran dumb

get it?

a lie is a lie is a lie.

.realeyesrealizereallies.

wifey, come back to me.

amazetits.

pregnantbewbz.

one love

i love yew.

i love m3.

i love my bun.

<3<3<3<3

wishyouwell

don't knock me for doing the right thing
you're stuck in your ways
i'm moving forward
backward has it's strings tied to your shoes
down, that's where you're going
i'll still bid you well
and i'll still pray for you
your hatred only makes you sad
you'll figure it out
i hope you figure it out.

waking up bugged out

I had the scariest dream last night, and when I woke up, I thought it really happened. I hate that feeling. It's so uncomfortable. But this dream, I swear, it was insane. The beginning, from what i remember, I was at some kind of benefit show and my old dance team and I were performing a hiphop dance in it. My aunt and the rest of the dance instructors were in it too. So, my dance came out dope, blahblahblah. Then my aunt's number came up. Their dance was like a hiphop/gymnastic fusion. My aunt's best friend, Carolyn was in it too. She had to do like a double back flip joint and she fell during it, and broke her neck. I saw her neck break and it like made her face completely distorted. We were all gathered around her and she said she didn't want to go to the hospital because she knew she was dying. Her kids were there, and I swear it was like one of the most horrifying dream that I've ever had. We sat there, holding her hands and watched her die. I can't get the image out of my head, of what her face and neck looked like. I don't think I should be having such lucid dreams. This totally fucked up my morning. Worst nightmare ever.

oh just talky talky

this looks dope!





Loving this song today, "Truth from Fiction"- Supreme Beings of Leisure


Pandora really is the shit!




Sharp

She cuts your soul like a kitchen blade
You'll never be able to compose your thoughts
Her fingernails digging up and down your back
The scars will be there forever
ever
ever
But you love them
They remind you of she
She left you long ago,
but still the scars will never leave
You don't know why you need her so bad
She stabbed you with her sharp tongue
She held you down with her unbreakable stare
You'll never get enough
And she was never really there


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square stanza

Thought this was ill... by Lewis Carroll.
can be read both ways... obviously.



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Banksy

my favorite Banksy piece.



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