This Great and Lonely Space

"Not just beautiful though- The stars are like trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me."

Why am I majoring in ancient Japanese porn… What is my life

I did it you guys, I made a dating profile… I don’t know what’s going on, this is really weird. And it only lets me choose guys which is dumb :(

Last night I dreamed I was smoking cigarettes

one after another until my lungs turned black,

but everyone was telling me to keep going

until my whole body became tar.

And there was meat on my plate that leaked

blood over the white ceramic

and all I could think of was the pig who gave it’s life for it,

murdered for someones taste buds.

I woke up scared that they would become reality,

that I would become a person I never wished to be,

with smoke in my mouth

and blood on my hands.

(Source: sundaymorningchange)

Only the best of friends gets you a giant cuddly stuffed Jake

Only the best of friends gets you a giant cuddly stuffed Jake

You talked to me in a rainbow of colors

and I drank in your words,

pretty little lies 

that were

so easy

to

swallow.

(Source: sundaymorningchange)

When I’m working at my desk, my fish, Zuko, swims over and just stares at me. I think he wants something

When I’m working at my desk, my fish, Zuko, swims over and just stares at me. I think he wants something

My friends and I just hacked the PA system of the church we’re staying in while in Portland and are now having a dance party in the alter. Life is good.

(Source: sundaymorningchange)

I feel so at home in Portland. Usually I don’t like cities that much: to much traffic, to many people, to loud. But Portland is different. I love it all: the swarthy, beardy men, the bikes that are everywhere, the sustainability. I can see myself living in Portland and being happy. I don’t want to leave.  

Ink


Pen in hand, paper
vast before me
I try to write,
try to spill songs
and poems
and emotions
across this blank page.
Yet my pen does not work,
it stutters and skips,
gouging the paper
and ripping the words.
It’s only plastic,
as fragile as a twig.
I could snap it,
break it in half
and throw away its pieces.
But it sticks to my fingers
and refuses to crack,
bottling up my thoughts
aginst my will.
So I continue on, tearing
my paper to shreds,
hoping to write something
before the ink runs dry.

EP

I miss being covered in bite marks

(Source: sundaymorningchange)

Here I sit
pen in hand,
paper vast before me.
I try to write,
try to spill songs
and poems
and emotions
across this blank page.
Yet my pen does not work,
it stutters and skips,
gouging the paper
and ripping the words.
Such a small thing,
this pen I hold in my hand,
so easy to break,
to throw away in pieces.
Yet I can’t bring myself to do so.
I need my pen to write,
to carry out my thoughts
and lay down my future.
So I will continue to use my broken tool
and tear my paper to shreds
and hope that I can write something
before the ink runs dry.

EP

mayleeesssaaa:

Let the night begin!

Sad single sob party! with wine!

mayleeesssaaa:

Let the night begin!

Sad single sob party! with wine!

(Source: givemebackmyhomo)

Haze


Sleepy little countryside
lost among fields and gravel roads,
where days go by
unchallenged and unchanged.
Toes dig into the earth
warmed by the summer sun,
and chicks cheep for their mothers
on the dusty barren ground.
Children climb tall pines
to see where the fields slow,
and the bleat of a goat
sounds when the sun hangs low.
It is a bubble, a cage,
the same routine
on a different day.

But the trust in a lambs eye
when I run a hand along its side
is more than enough
to make me stay.

EP

Fuck