Wednesday, April 27, 2011








Monday, April 18, 2011


I just want to pack it all, pack it all up and just leave. I want to go on a wild adventure. To places I've only dreamed of and meet people that fit in story lines. I want to carry my belongings in a bag across my back, my world on my shoulders. But the world I want, the world I can hold. I want to go and fall in love with these places. And I want to leave with beautiful memories. I want to see the world for its beauty rather than its cruelty. But for now, for now I will close my eyes and dream.

Sunday, April 17, 2011


"We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot
remove them without removing some of our own skin."

- Andre Berthiaume

Friday, April 15, 2011


I am a house and you are a tenant

You live in my stomach
You paint my walls
You leave your mail on my shelves

I am a house and you are a tenant

There are no noise complaints
Other than the singing in my ear
Every morning when the sun comes up

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Things I hate that everybody loves.

  • The Hangover wasn't really that funny, okay?
  • Lady Gaga's Born This Way. She doesn't look anything like the way she was born. She doesn't even look human.
  • Who is Chuck Norris, anyway?
  • Makeup.
  • Clothes.
  • Babies.
  • Life.

Sensitive white girl problems.
But you know what I do love? Chelsey freaking Child. Oh, you know what else? Being a camera whore!

Saturday, April 9, 2011

You are the cosmos.

I am as hollow and empty as the spaces between the stars.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011


You waited patiently for me for me to give in to the low hum of the record you left spinning.
You silently hoped that its melodies would caress me into that vital state of easy dulled senses.
So you wouldn't have to try as hard.
You are always naked in this tomb.