“It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.”
—Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter (via psychotherapy)
October 2009
So tired.
dear school,
i’m tired of you. i want to sleep in with my lover. or wake up early enough to be alone and create something wonderful.
Being in Love...
Is dreadfully horrible when you’re apart from your lover, and it’s a cold Sunday night. Plus he has cool spaceship PJs to share with me.
today a drunk guy tipped me in the drive-through. mlia.
September 2009
There's so much more I want to do.
I just want it to hurry up and be October. I’m thinking about starting a new photo project since I am pretty much as finished as I’ll ever be with ‘facts’. It’ll probably be the with the chalkboard wall, once I find my chalk assuming Demon Lady hasn’t jacked it. I bet she jacked it. I just want to get my dresser out of my room. I was considering shoving it in my closet, but my sign collection is hidden from my dad in there, along with some other stuff. I’m thinking about shoving in Demon Lady’s old room because she’s at college, but unfortunately if she shows up she will have free range to paw around in it, plus it’s a two person job (having to tilt the mirror up) and my dad doesn’t want to because she left a lot of her crap behind. I just love my room right now. It just so peaceful and calm and scenic and I’m home. I can’t wait until cold weather. I’m taking photos with Kenz and hopefully Moppers this Saturday and maybe with Avree during the week. I need to see when Des is free so I can shoot her too. I’m thinking either a jungle theme in the woods and a lot of side shots cause I love Des’s profile. I’ve still saved the sponge thing for Avree’s and I hope it dries by then cause I pulled the stick off and it was still squishy even though it’s about a week old. I have to burn CDs for the hobo and then I have to study for what I think is a test tomorrow in first block because I haven’t read any of the packets and I spent all week pawing around my NME’s and Entertainment Weeklys.
Then I have book club, and quiz bowl. I like this. I love having so much on my plate without the stress. I have some projects in fashion merchandising and principles of business but the teacher is a boarderline crazy so they’re dead easy. It’s not going to be like this next semester. I’m going to be tearing out my hair every day, I can just tell.
It needs to get colder so I can wear my trench coats and my leather jacket. I like the freedom of summer, but my fashion sense is definitely in the cold.
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say this much.
We’re having a photoshoot on Wednesday after-school involving lots of paint. It’s awesome. There are six photo2s. We’ve explored satanic chruches, infiltrated elementary schools and spent countless hours in that damn darkroom.
I need to get a dress for homecoming.
(via heykirsten)
I did this today, even though I don’t particularly want to go.
i wasn’t going until i was nominated for homecoming court. fuck.
August 2009
“There’s not enough soil in the earth for how deep I want to be buried.
There’s not enough water in the oceans for how slowly I want to sink.
There’s not enough fire in the sun for how brightly I want to burn.
There aren’t enough words in my head to say all the things I can’t.
There’s not enough blood in my body for all I need to bleed.
There’s aren’t enough couches in the world for how long I want to sleep.
There’s not enough life in me, for all I want to live.
All I’ve had enough of, is you.” —via: I wrote this for you (via kari-shma) (via lovebot)
There’s not enough water in the oceans for how slowly I want to sink.
There’s not enough fire in the sun for how brightly I want to burn.
There aren’t enough words in my head to say all the things I can’t.
There’s not enough blood in my body for all I need to bleed.
There’s aren’t enough couches in the world for how long I want to sleep.
There’s not enough life in me, for all I want to live.
All I’ve had enough of, is you.” —via: I wrote this for you (via kari-shma) (via lovebot)
July 2009
“so you think you’re a failure, do you? Well, you probably are. What’s wrong with that? In the first place, if you’ve any sense at all you must have learned by now that we pay just as dearly for our triumphs as we do for our defeats. Go ahead and fail. But fail with wit, fail with grace, fail with style. A mediocre failure is as insufferable as a mediocre success. Embrace failure! Seek it out. Learn to love it. That may be the only way ay of us will ever be free.”
—Even Cowgirls Get The Blues, Tom Robbins (via birdbaths) (via unicornology)
Sometimes
I wonder if me not wearing your ring is a sign, or if I’m too lazy to get out of bed and put it on.
June 2009
“No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.”
—Chuck Palahniuk (via fuckyeahpalahniuk)
