
i keep drawing butterflies on the insides of my wrists to remind me to unclench my fists every once in a while. breathe and let things go. do you dream what i dream? sometimes i want to ask, but for fear of being disappointed, i keep quiet. bottle up the things that i'm truly about. harvest guilt in my throat because sometimes i feel like i'm lying to everybody and yet also sparing them the heartache. saving us from a future moment that is full of friction. conflicting potential. that thick, heavy air like right before it rains will build in front of us. i might finally find someone who agrees or i might just have opened the door for another one to leave and it's not even on my own will, it'll be yours.
i'm calling it love but sometimes it doesn't feel like such because i can feel it damaging me from the inside out, putting a strain on my arteries, making my heart push with such force that it's a wonder i'm still standing, but i am and that's what matters.
ps. he gave me flowers while i was at work the other day. he hid them inside his back pocket to surprise me. i've never gotten flowers before.
his parents bought me a few cookbooks (i think they are trying to tell me something?? jk i wanted them) and his sister gave me this super kool pendant thing for a necklacey. also they gave me a lot of baked goods in order to fatten me up!
i am trying to come up with GOOD resolutions for this new year. things that will matter/that are actually do-able. for example, i was going to stop drinking to get drunk and only drink of special occasions. michael reminded me that this probably will not happen (it's unrealistic, c'mon). however, going back to bikram for yoga two or three times a week is very do-able (and will get done!). i want to really *change my life because i feel like it's TIME, y'know??
tomorrow is busy. i need to buy a new shelf for my room because i am out of space to put things and my dvds are constantly falling over. i also want to get a case for my laptop and my ipod because i really need to start being a RESPONSIBLE adult and TAKING CARE of myself/my things.
what are your plans for new years? what are your new years resolutions? what'd you get for chrissymas?
love,
your baby shenanigans

she slid under the water to hear herself breathe. under the water she could better control her breathing, slow it down to a steady, constant hum. she could control the beating of her heart. she could hear all of the inner-workings of the house and she knew that this old home was tired. it had been now for many years.
( 2009 )
i went to the lab to try to run an experiment and i was in the fish room standing and then next i was sitting and i'm not sure what happened in between
FUN STUFF
so i came home instead and cleaned and also baked this monstrosity

c-c-c-c-crack haus
it was alex's birthday and he's leaving tomorrow so we got a keg and pizza and killed zombies


frank + i got to level 8 on nazi zombies.
magnum + good machine gun is a combo that can't be beat
except by ray gun + ray gun
( house that satan built )
richmond, you delivered!
i'm so conflicted about color tattoos.
also conflicted about good looking dudes with questionable tattoos
observe:

okay most of it isn't so bad but the two people kissing in the center, i just really really don't like at all. but then again i hate pretty much every tattoo that has faces in it ever.



frank & bunny at expozine. we were too awkward to talk to people properly so we rambled and mostly drew dumb pictures and also made dead baby jokes.

this is what my bedroom wall looks like
AND YES THAT'S TOTALLY REAL
also my hair used to look like this:

but now i look even moar asian

also my hair has ~*~magickally*~*~ grown like 10 inches overnight
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?





