January 2012
December 2011
You start to feel like there is something wrong with you.
Highlights of 2011:
despisedsubstance:
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de4dcool replied to your photo: God, Amber did such a good job with this one, love…
Where did you get that cardigan/sweater, I like it a lot
Hollister, lol.
I have a proposal for you for one of the days that I’m down at Chelsea’s.
Inspiration is coming in the form of photography right now. I need models, stat!
I get really tired of looking at Francisco Lachowski. He’s very generic.
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When classless pictures people take make them look like uptown NYC hookers. Lord Jesus become classy for a minute and a half of your life.
My dog has been farting all night and it is really bad, just so everyone who wanted to know now does.
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I can remember the basics— white sheets, dusty windows, glinting sun. The moments captured by film, no more. We’re only a memory.
Very glad I’m leaving tomorrow to go see Chelsea for a while. I need away time to clear my thoughts.
I don’t know what I want to do with my life.
I wish I had a major set that I’d like to pursue, I wish I had a school set that I’d like to attend.
Meh.
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Hometown Glory | Adele | 19
When people complain about self-imposed, entirely preventable circumstances.
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When people legitimately describe themselves or their behavior with the word ‘swag’ then go on to have arguments with others about their declared swagger. Oh, society.
I am useless, worthless, trash.
Too many naked or unattractive things on my dash at any given moment.
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I’d love to write something about my family here but I won’t. I love them from a distance, being able to control the amount of time I spend with them is important to me because otherwise the pettiness of their arguments and ideals sometimes drives me nuts.
I know you haven’t made up your mind, just know I’d never do you wrong.
I’d really just like to date you.
I’m generally unimpressed by what is on the radar, and in general what gets explored.
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I imagine the world has a looking-glass effect. We see things how we want to— reality distorted by who we are, who we aim to be.
I miss simplicity, fragility. I miss you.
Excuse me while I grumble about some white person problems.
I don’t like my writing right now.
I always feel so uninspired to do anything because I haven’t been able to think.
I’ve gone nicely numb.
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Glinting gold with summer sun, memories are passing by— a wanderlust effect, dream-like, pure.
Things are always better when I’m dreaming.
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The amount of love I have for Adele is so profuse.
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Carol of the Bells | George Winston
When music takes you somewhere else entirely and it’s beautiful.
I get really sick of people sub-classifying sexuality.
There is this irritating drive to be an individual now-a-days and it drives me bat shit crazy.
Just be yourself, your name should be enough to make you an individual. You shouldn’t need some sexuality, clothing, or status symbol to make yourself you.
I’ve been weirdly personal about my writing for the past few weeks and I’m sorry about that.
I’ll try to share it more with people than I have been.
I miss it.
