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Gradations

Didn't quite match the color gradations but thought it worked well enough as a whole. ( Read more... )

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Some recent necklaces, a large one given the stone chunks, and a smaller one made for my partner (inspired by a Veronica Mars rewatch where it seemed virtually every male character wore some variation on this). ( Read more... )

me vs the teenage years

ive been convinced to believe crappy shows packed into a sweaty basement like a can of sardines is the best place to be on a friday night. where microphone static echoes through the speakers, lasting a split second before being beckoned into song. mosh pits turn into a humiliation ritual of blood and damp beads of sweat clinging to clothes.

i dont have the flexibility to play guitar. i sold my drumset. i have an average singing voice. there seems to be no future that i seem to try to manifest in my words. there will be no band, no books. my pen only writes dreams that form from other people's success.

Current Mood: creative
Current Music: gold soundz - pavement

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to: my love

because you're empty and im empty

wooden floors creaking,
slick with shine from the blood spilling from those veins. thin layers of skin that threaten to release.

the tv signals flicker between whispers and static. there is no clear definition between awake and on the verge of dreams. if you know anything about me everything is a dream. robotic controls take over the body, or at least what was of a body. you consider if this is shallow or deep. but remember, everything is a dream. i dream of you next to me but i also dream of driving through the night to georgia just to get out of this shitty town. major flaws lie awake in the segments of your spine displayed under my fingers.

dream of me

about a girl - nirvana

if looks could kill you'd just be a whore. love, your ex's girlfriend!

(p.s this is literally about a girl named nirvana—im clever aren't i?)

Current Music: makedamnsure - taking back sunday

god?

high tide threatens to devour the sidewalk that cracks under my shoes.

the sea swallows the sun, births the moon in blood that bathes the sky—a gruesome resurection every night.

-stupid girl that fears space like she fears god

Current Music: seven years - saosin

deteriorating converse with knotted laces

tomorrow is:
passing notes between peers
the ticking of a clock
soaking in the sun on the bleachers
pencils breaking under the force of fingers
eyeing your classmate from across the room
tangled headphones
wishing you were somewhere else
chewing bubblegum
the constant humming of the bus

Current Music: note to self - from first to last

a counter perspective of the american eagle jean ad

my jeans have a stain on them, a reminder that someone before me wore them. passed down. i fit into other people's memories as much as they fit in mine. i believe clothes hold more memories than hair. whether it is through a random stranger or a shirt your mother wore in her late teens that has been passed around like a blunt.