god i’ve had absolutely no inspiration to write anything lately
:’(
Anonymous asked: you underestimate yourself. you write beautifully.
Lauren…lol.
alright, done with gay posts
i just had to get my emotions out of my system
don’t read those, they’re gay
and they suck
and they shittly rhyme
and i wrote them in class in like 5 mins
don’t read them
gay post 3
you’re the one that i love
do you love me too?
when i’m far away
does your heart turn blue?
do you smile when you think of me?
and while remembering that forest green?
the one we explored together that day
under the bright sun we laid
wishing that today could be
the only day we’ve ever seen
gay post 2
here i am dangling by a thread
hoping that might heart might mend
and knowing that i’ll probably die
without you laying by my side
because your love is the drying glue
that keeps me from splitting into two
gay post 1
they say love hurts
and that’s the truth
because the only thing
i need is you.
and the problem with that statement is
without you, i don’t know how to live.
i’ve gained so much
i’ve much to lose,
just promise me it won’t be you.
To Lauren;
pray for a lush, green eden
made just for you and I
enveloped in streams
and trees and lakes
sprawled in the fertile grass
we look up towards the sky
a hue of blue you’ve never seen
mixed with purples, yellows, and greens
merely but a dream it seems
for reality’s beauty died long ago
as thick, black smog returns
accompanying is shame, anger, and guilt
the wet and icy winter wind burns,
our nicotine lungs filled
close your eyes
and i’ll shut mine
in hope to return
to a lush, green eden
made only for you and I.
Most reckless things are beautiful in some way, and recklessness is what makes experimental art beautiful, just as religions are beautiful because of the strong possibilities that they are founded on nothing.John Ashbery (via bodasdesangre)
(via con-mis-palabras-deactivated201)
OH YEAH! QUICK STORY.
When I was first admittd into the psychiatric hospital, my parents looked through my room and found a bunch of things that were meant to be hid. They took away
- my bowl
- my weed
- my phone
- a couple of my journals
I recently was looking through some drawers in my house and found the journals that they had stole from me!
That means, I’m probably going to scan a few pages out of it and post them on this blog.
