moleskine: here's to wishful thinking

inspiration is lost on me
i wish i had more to say
or had more words to say all these things with
i wish for clarity and remorse
that all the ice would melt to reveal a beautiful earth
i wish writers weren't so bitter and artist's weren't so hopeful
i wish i was just a piece of paper and for someone else to decide what is written on my surface

pale white

sometimes i wish upon elephants 

lowlier things

i should write a book
a book about those who i love
or loved
or want to love
a book describing how these awful emotions feel
and about how wonderful they seem
i am one of those miserable people
someone who only hates lovers because i am so filled with love myself
someone who hates the thought of progression
who only lives in moments
who wishes for the end
someone obsessed
someone who wishes for someone else to fail
only so they can pick the awful failure up
and give that someone else the love that no one else wants
i should write a book

eventually is inevitable

two years
two months
and 24 days later

ashes to ashes

lead me through the woods

tear apart my soul 

fix my wooden heart 

tell me you hate me 

we have to wait our turn 

IFEELWEIRD.

and if a double decker bus
crashes into us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die
and if a ten-ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
well.
the pleasure- the privelage is mine

Who I will...

Butterflies...

No I won't, never once, make you cry 
Just to kiss, oh and I'll miss your goodbye 
ha ha ha

Ballpoint Pen Artist

Juan Francisco Casas Ruiz 

MY ART:

Heather Loves-

Fumi Mini Nakamura

Pencil/Graphite Art

Bree Dentice

MY ART:

Pencil/Graphite Art

Amanda Nedham 

"like milk and blood"

-smooth shading

-contour lines

-circles and scribbles

THAT'S ME!

YOU ARE CALM AND REPOSED
LET YOUR BEAUTY UNFOLD
PALE WHITE LIKE THE SKIN STRETCHED OVER YOUR BONES
SPRING KEEPS YOU EVER CLOSE
YOU ARE SECOND HADN SMOKE
YOU ARE SO FRAGILE AND THIN
STANDING TRIAL FOR YOUR SINS
HOLDING ONTO YOURSELF THE BEST YOU CAN
YOU ARE THE SMELL BEFORE RAIN
YOU ARE THE BLOOD IN MY VIENS

And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer
Yeah, you say that I've hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer
Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, but let's contrast and compare
Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there

    ...the religious life, and all the agony that goes with it, is just something God sicks on people who
    have the gall to accuse Him of having created an ugly world.

It's kind of overrated. But....

I Love Taking Back Sunday.