January 2012
25 posts
Starbucks.
Fuck you. Sincerely, Lets Make Beauty.
Fuck Regularly.
mitchswitch asked: hi :) whats making my eyes sparkle? umm ..you XD
Anonymous asked: tears
New Followers, Welcome.
Tell me what’s making your eyes sparkle as of late.
"I'd rather have Hitler read me Jerry Seinfeld's...
Let me tell you how incredible it feels to be...
A day of beautiful Melbourne rain. And another day filled with so much joy to be living here. I can still feel the little steps of anxiety from excitement of when I first arrived back here, dancing inside of me each time I take a moment to look out a window and fall in love all over again. Every night I have bats outside my bedroom feasting on our apricots in the tree, what more could anyone ask...
YOU SAD INADEQUATE FUCK.
It’s amazing how clueless you are.
“Really to see where you’ve come from, you have to go someplace else. Otherwise...”
– Mick Jones
In bed nude, and I’m still perspiring. DIS SHIT IS FUCKED.
Afternoon Breakfast’s and Michael Jackson. A perfect way to spend a new years.
December 2011
23 posts
just wow, brian wow.
Merry Christmas to Loneliness and the Beauty it...
For your wandering eyes, My Love.
In this early hour of the morning, where your eyes once laid, I am making the shapes and sounds of I Love you on my lips. I am letting them fall softly into my lap, where they are curling up and closing their eyes in slumber. In this early hour of dawn, with letters in my lap, I am sending my mind into inebriation on the spirit of your kiss. I am letting it take hold of me, and am succumbing to...
This week a cat called Maus died. This week a tumor was found in my dog. This week I saw Omar Rodriguez. This week I lost the apartment I was dreaming of getting. This week I realized Christmas was next week. This week I realized I have lost a friend. This week I have never felt so lost and alone.
“We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and world-forsakers, Upon whom the pale moon gleams; Yet we are the movers and shakers, Of the world forever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world’s great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an...
Deadweight on Velveteen - José González
All I need to do is listen to Machine Gun by...
And each day you’re reminded you’re not someone worth remembering.
Now I'm overcome by the light of day.
Some what of an Epiphany occurred to me in the early hours of the morning, as I sat still being fully aware of the textures against my back, under my curled up legs, and in the air around me. The amount of times I aspire to do something “I want to learn clarinet, I need to learn french, I want to do my exhibition”, and all this time passes, and I still haven’t achieved a peak of...
November 2011
43 posts
