Thursday, 17 November 2016

next time i'll keep my two cents to my damn self
anger is the most translucent cover up of hurt
and for that, i'll always wish for otherwise
wolveswolves:
“ By Joachim Henckmann
”

Monday, 29 August 2016

your taste has still to this day rubbed off on me
plants, bambi, and indie image
through those who come across my pathway

Tuesday, 2 August 2016

four years ago today
i was in a different place
my head, in a different space
floating above the clouds

Tuesday, 19 July 2016

tomorrow i head west
putting my daydreams to reality

Thursday, 30 June 2016

Wednesday, 1 June 2016

body talk

visions of bodies of water flooded my memory
i was beside myself - yet inside of myself 
there was no shame in my nakedness
plunging over the edge sparked butterflies, yet no hint of fear
i want to go back

Wednesday, 4 May 2016

we live in a generation where
the more we have the less happy become

i refuse to surround myself 
with those who do not strive
to appreciate everything
they have been blessed with
any longer

Tuesday, 3 May 2016

Thursday, 28 April 2016

Friday, 22 April 2016

a part of me still has such love
for all the souls
who have grazed mine

Tuesday, 19 April 2016

this time around your passing 
will leave a vivid imprint on my memory

Thursday, 14 April 2016

death

makes me restless
my dreams, chaotic
and my head, heavy

Wednesday, 23 March 2016

experience:
i'll never say no
to a hole in the wall
rich in the sight, smell, taste
of a high quality experience

coming soon

darker,
wilder,
curls

Tuesday, 22 March 2016

Wednesday, 16 March 2016

you're killin' me with silence
i'm killin' you with kindness

Tuesday, 8 March 2016

beauty

"admire someone else's beauty
 without questioning your own"

daily practicing this
resisting the concealment
of natural beauty
that takes your breath
away, when you see it

Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Friday, 26 February 2016

Monday, 8 February 2016

Monday, 1 February 2016

Monday, 25 January 2016

premonition

I can't shake this feeling of being sick to my stomach about you going

Friday, 22 January 2016

my god how I have grown, in my thought
in my speech, in my execution of
every individual part that makes up
who it is, that I am

now I am the one forming the words
for other to speak in the silent space
they don't know how to fill

I re-watched this
with more appreciate than an 19 year old could've ever had

http://www.criminalwisdom.com/hysterical-literature-the-orgasm-as-art/

Monday, 18 January 2016

Tuesday, 12 January 2016

I'm not used to not having
those feelings of restlessness
and panic