When I reached the point where the ultimate reckoning should have been upon me I found there was nothing.
I found no images, only words. Here in the street, a young wasted life. That was all.
In the weeks past, now that everything is settled, all I can hear is no no no no no.
And I write about love although I never have.
And I write about the things I wish I did in life.
But I can’t bring myself to write about this.
Everything is out of place. And the looks on your face of pain and pity, I can’t bring myself to tell you all the details. None of you deserve to hear about what happened. No one should have to listen to what happened.
I just wish I could cry till I puke. I wish I could punch a wall till my fist bleed. But the emotion is gone and that is the strangest part. I would have thought this would have caused some great upheaval and I would have had to pounder my place in the world and where I was going with my life. None of that has happened. Instead when I bring up this question to myself the only thing that comes to mind is how pointless all of that is. There is a disconnect and it’s hollowing me out.
So I seem to find myself in a strange land. It will change me and I don’t know how. I can’t promise you that I won’t cry about this one drunken night, and I can’t promise you I won’t have nightmares about this in years to come. I can promise you I’ll be ok. I can tell you that everything is fine. There is a lot to work out and I can’t get the details right now. One day I will.
Anonymous asked: are you going to the beatles: the lost concert" movie when it comes out next month?
Uhhhhhhh what? I don’t even know sorry
I’m not sure if I’m ok
But I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine with time
I want to smash beer bottles till I don’t give a fuck
Instead of going out to what I am sure was a great party I decided my time would be better off spent sleeping until about 11 and then going to every crappy add stupid things to your image site and making Cain look stupid.
I want to write the most at the times I should be writing the least.
But there are just so many things to say to so many people. How can I not spill my guts for the world to see?
Why sleep when I can keep sewing this? Holy hell the picture really changes this work.
This picture is of a skeleton in my grandparents basement. I remember being four years old and being scared the skeleton would come to life because it was a real one. Years later and it is still there, only now I am really fascinated with it.
Been watching a lot of good horror this week. Saw Cabin in the Woods, Hatch 2, and Somos Lo Que Hay (We are what we are).
Cabin in the woods was mind blowing, Hatch 2 has some great death scenes,
and Somos Lo Que Hay is just a great visceral movie.
Go watch them all.
Also I’m sure I’ll only keep posting about movies while I try to avoid finals work
What color should I dye my hair?
This is my life. I work in a sweet shop and ask people to stay up with me for all nighters because this building is creepy at 3 in the morning when you’re alone.
