March 2010
i got one hand in my pocket and the other one is...
zooeydeschanel:
(via friedhippie)
Uh Huh -...
the city gives me this feeling
of being lonely, but connected at the same time. everyone has their own story, but no one tells it when they’re in the city. i wonder what happens in those apartments we walk by. i want to be 23, be in an apartment with my closest friends, and be cozy in my little box but still in the busy city.
Bluebeard
I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard’s study;
because he would make love to me
I am sending back the key;
in his eye’s darkroom I can see
my X-rayed heart, dissected body:
I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard’s study.
Sylvia Plath
and a sun and moon tattoo somewhere else
i've decided on my tattoo...
a paw print, for my chloe, on my wrist.
294 days
sometimes i feel like the world is just too rough,...
f school..
mattiehanna:
I feel like the school system is only designed for left brainers…it’s fucking annoying.
like yeah, we have all the art classes and this&that but that’s not good enough. school fails.
I know this is kinda overused but;
“Don’t let school interfere with your education” - Mark Twain …best quote. ever.
our school = sports. it doesn’t matter what you do (i.e., getting drunk...
4th mental breakdown this week; i think i'm...
i protested, but i really think it would be fun.
i wanna like, listen to boyz II men when im with...
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alexandra isobel
76% irish
20% italian
everything left over is british
one part girl, two parts human
1/3 cup of sugar
1/4 cup of caffeine
2 cups of confused
1 gal of pees too much
1 tsp of angry
4 cups of dance
1/4 tbsp of blonde
3 cups of brown
a whole bottle of lazy
just eyeball how much happy you feel like that day
no one really cares or wonders why anymore, or why...
julian casafuckingblancas
i mess everything up
including my one shot at an awesome thing.
alice, take me away into the wonderlands with you
but i want my dog to come too
the point of art
is non-existent. you can make something beautiful and aesthetically pleasing, but no one will care about its true meaning but you. being an artist is a selfish job. go ahead, “express yourself,” but no one cares about you. as an artist, what is your point in life?
i've come to a sudden realization
that these people i see everyday and have seen everyday for the past 15 years (or however long i’ve been in school for) are about to fade away. we’re graduating in a year. it has just hit me, i don’t know why it has hit at this moment, that i might never see some of these people ever again. and that made me cry.
i want to experience everyone, but i know that’s impossible....
