And You Know What I Miss Most? I Miss Thinking Of Everything As A Living Organism. That You Need To Breathe

Do you drink to forget? Or do you drink to remember?

holycrimes

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

today I turn 27, but here's a funny video of me last year on my birthday dying for a second. 💨

ya'll bitches get a first sneak preview at my new Friday the 13th tattoo still fresh off the table

Drew this for a friend. I've never really tried my hand at drawing, I always only considered myself an artist of words.

I'm trying to draw something for each of my friends. 2 down.

Rainy Day

Our pieces linger all throughout my head When I’d rather be next to you instead Cause it doesn’t always mean whatever the hell we said that night When stretched minds and weak hearts begin to fight

My knees may shake, but this heart of mine won’t break From sticks to stones, there’s so much I can take Bruising words when we try and speak I’ve emptied myself, and I’ve become weak

Driving down the same old street Sometimes I forget to breathe My voice is fading before I can finish singing When words barely seem to have any meaning My kaleidoscope perspective faded to black When you told me never to come back

Summer’s still the same but not enough time to waste with you When time became fake, but you stayed true Rain is falling here on this other side of town I’m sure that it’s clear wherever you are right now

I know that you wish me well But, darling I can never tell When you were the only thing keeping me around You were the anchor that never tied me down Now forever bound to the ground

Thursday was my 21st birthday and this weekend had proven several impacting things. Through stressful times, the ones you love will always shine through. We’ve lost a lot, but gained so much in perspective. And I’ve really let myself open up to new possibilities and new friendships. buriedinleaves, ganjareaper, holycrimes, entrophe It’s a beautiful mess, but shared with beautiful people.

Penny Love

Story of my life Black sheep in a white room And you can never assume That you know the real me Though I pour my honest thoughts out When I’m half gone In my mind and it’s nearing dawn On those late night I can’t seem to sleep And you’re the only thing on my mind I think about you all the time I’m spilling lines that only half rhyme And I don’t know how to say, or let it all out My family ain’t shit and you’re my real blood So let’s exchange stories, real feelings, loud bud My friends, you guys, you’re a part of my wolf pack You’re the ones that care about me, and that I love back I’ve lived a long life with half hidden scars to prove it And never in its entirety have I found people worth shit Until that late May day I stumbled upon that corner coffee shop ganjareaper, entrophe, beneath-a-tree, pendleton1994, buriedinleaves, the Stoop kids are on top You’re the loves of my life and I’m so glad I found you There’s a lot of shit people in the world and the exception is you few