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

this morning i wondered where you were
and how you were

your taste has still to this day rubbed off on me

through those who come across my pathway

you're in

when it rains

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

tomorrow i head west
putting my daydreams to reality

life worth living

you've got a thing 
for letting me down

the advances come in waves

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

the rain stirs restlessness

fuck

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

now it's time to create my own

for my own dreams

"your third eye is 

wide fucking open"

a part of me still has such love

for all the souls

who have grazed mine

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

death

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

soul vibes

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

guns in my head & they won't go

i've got a wilder mind
and i'll always want to keep you guessing

you're killin' me with silence

i'm killin' you with kindness

it hurts until it doesn't

tilikum

be my time bond lover

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

tomorrow's a long time, away

freckles,

west coast,

braided mess

where the wind, rages through your hair

i dream in simplicity

well, 
consider yourself cut the fuck out

guilt

is a tough pill to swallow

i can't cut you out

just yet

premonition

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

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/

stray

not unfaithful
but i'll always stray

my head

keeping up with this week

now I know why 

you wouldn't leave my dreams

all weekend

window scraper

thank you
for getting them home safely

I'm not used to not having

those feelings of restlessness

and panic

bones