Got Some New Shorts, And They Make Me Feel Super Sexy. Since I've Been Clean From Adderall (for Two Years

And you know what I miss most? I miss thinking of everything as a living organism. That you need to breathe into everything. Give life to everything. Consider everything before you consider yourself. Because what are you compared to everything else?

I wrote this while I was really high last night

i can't believe it's been two years. every time i wake up in the middle of the night, i wish you were there like how we used to stay up for hours getting lost in conversations. you were always who i came to when i needed someone to listen, or when i just wanted to share something. and i like to think i was always there for you even though i didn't know you as long as everyone else. i miss you more and more each day that passes and i will never forget the impact you had on my life.

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

this blog is pro turn signal

Spilling Lines

You don't understand, but you should. You're silent, but I need to hear your screams Over mine Calling and stalling while you hold your breath You don't feel it. Feeling static like a ball with no kicker Or a clock with no ticker Spilling lines, feeling down all the time Up your dosage, up your chances Of making me sick to see your face You don't understand, but you should Understand that you're sucking the energy right out of my hands From my grasp you hide the tethered emotions. Notions that someday soon things will come to an end.

Rusty Blinds

It’s understandable, you see I broke your trust in me When we first met, engaged were we But now I guess is your chance to get back at me You chose to hide, you lied The trust is dust The life I live has turned to rust

Maybe I just drove you crazy Drive myself right off the bridge Off the grid to render my sins Just do not ask the price I pay I must live with my quiet rage The silence screams of tortured tongues Careful to open with words too heavily broken I chase the wind in hopes to find The ghosts creeping all through my mind That run wild and wish me dead Will I ever get out of my head?

she is my little ball of sunshine. Lucy

Addicted to the lights and sounds. Bunch of bad habits, you wear ‘em like a crown.

Youre gorgeous 🥵

thanks 😉

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