Stitches And Bitches. Oh, And Codeine.

change

change.

a change in scenery

and change of pace

while i keep my space

you build miles while i build minutes

what’s the speed limit

it takes to diminish someone’s spirits

is it the cold

as the distance grows

is it seeing who can put on a bigger show

i’m not afraid to take the stage

i refuse to go in another cage

but if we’re both in the spotlight

blinding white, like a deer in headlights

how can we find each other tonight?

cause maybe we can’t hold hands

when we’re too busy holding our cigarettes

dry lips, to occupied to build connections

of affections

to those we so desperately cling on showing

baby, i’m glowing

no wait. it’s slowing

dragging like a cripple in mud

heavy like a high school backpack

in the summer

heat

heating up

when you think you’ve had enough

burning

like your grandmother’s cast iron

sizzling

until

it cracks in your broken mirror

of the reflection you’ve left behind

i thought

but that’s the thing about skeletons

they’re a part of you apart from you

shadows stretch and shrink

because just when you think

you’re in control

you fall deeper in the rabbit hole

Spotify could become a dating app where it matches you with a person who listens to the same songs as you.

Stormtrooper

I've really been feeling myself lately. I just really feel the need to get this out. But I mean, literally, I love feeling the way my body feels. I love the warmth of my hands. The softness of my skin. I'm finally at a point where I'm not ashamed of my body. Of course there's the cliche "I could be better" but I think I'm fucking hot. I think I'm beautiful, inside and out. And I wanna let myself shine, I wanna let myself fly. I deserve it. I've never felt this way before, but I really do deserve everything I can give myself. I am capable of so much. And I fucking deserve it all.

Journal Entry #37

you know what i’ve realized? there’s so few things in this world that actually make sense to me. but music makes sense to me. that’s why it’s such an important part of my life. the rhythms, the beat, the pitch and tone, the lyrics. it just makes sense, and it completely captures me and envelops me in a pool of emotions.

another thing that really makes sense to me is mother nature. she really is a beautiful provider am i wrong? i know she fucks with us, but i mean, it’s kind of her right. i believe in darwinism and evolution. maybe not from monkeys (i mean i really don’t know) but as humans we’ve even evolved from what we once were by natural selection and i think that’s mother nature protecting herself sometimes. diseases, weather, etc. i mean there are some instances it might be humanity going fucking insane, too. but when she plays her hand, she’s trying to protect herself from the shit that we, as humans, are treating her like. the universe is so vast and we are blessed enough to have something this beautiful and we wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the coincidence of us being alive right here right now at a place like this. it’s breathtaking, knees shaking, spirit breaking free kind of thing to actually stop and contemplate. it’s so humbling.

one of my favorite cold opens

And on the third day I told him I like the street lamp view from the window And I could hear his smile Through a chuckle of thick bush That will never sing in my ears again

The grey indifference between dusk and dawn If I listen closely, I can still hear his swan song Lonely as the sound of lying on the ground Where possibilities pool and dreamers go to drown

Without fail you cross my mind From time to time Spitting skeletal rhymes And climbing mountains in my head Here’s my letter to the dead

honestly it's never looked this good 💕

repping my fav beer 🍻