When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy’s shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other’s bodies were for
And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go
And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try
I found you grieving in the grass
the sky bled watercolor blue
you seemed so simple, sure, and sad
so I sat down to grieve with you
you raised your hand to shield your eyes
I shifted left to block the sun
you crossed your legs and cleared your throat
I waited for your words to come
but they slept soundly in your chest
they never made it past your tongue
so we sat silently and still
and thought about the things we’d done
and all the people that we’d loved
and all the people that we’d wronged
I watched the years flash through your face
and I locked my anger in my lungs
so every breath stung more and more
a wave of whips across my spine
a billion bees trapped in my chest
nails on chalkboard every time
‘til I watched your fingers sneak towards mine
I heard your breath go thin and short
I tucked your hair behind your ears
and watched your eyes dart back and forth
And I sucked your lip and bit your neck
the trees were shaking at their roots
my angry arms felt cool and calm
and my cotton mouth was wet with you
so we lay glowing in the grass
to watch the sun swap with the moon
to trade our future for our past
the present tense was all we knew
sittin
got mr. bear
got my paints
not gonna sleep
can’t wait for the morning….
progress on the first of three portraits of three sisters. circa twenty hours in, still have much to do… / two other full ones…yayyy
it’s not fair
i want to believe you, when you say all those breathtaking things….but i question it. and it fucking hurts….
| Taylor: | Dude wtf is your mascot, an elephant? |
|---|---|
| Taylor: | OHg od it is ahah |
| elayne: | yep. |
| elayne: | the jumbos |
| elayne: | ... |
| elayne: | ... |
| Taylor: | .......COOOL |
| ------ | |
| me: | well, my mascot is an orange, so i got ya beat. |
if you miss me have no fear
i’ll be here i’ll be waiting
day two : fav animal
i haven’t slept in two days
i’m afraid i’m stuck in a dream nightmare, but i’m actually stuck in consciousness. i think that may be worse.
Holy Shit. So read this first and you’ll understand : http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1HXFJ1/www.disinfo.com/2010/07/wtf-teenagers-using-digital-drugs-to-get-high/
nonchalant cigarette in hand
i don’t remember whose hand this is a picture of… ah well, i like it.
day one : draw yourself
ian’s watch
i’m strangely obsessed with it
i took like thirty pictures of it the other day, and i like this one. it looks like an add for said watch though… which is kindof stupid. ah well, either way, ian’s watch is a wonderful photo subject.
hooray…
i’m allowed out tomorrow night, eep.
