thisisbecause.

I have this tremor rising up inside me
My fingertips shake, blister
Heart plays pretend
Sick feelings
My eyes have light pouring falsely from them
My legs ache, chafe
Lips kiss scabs
Wait don’t wait.

Candy wrapper butterflies
I misstep head first into green glowing pavements
I like being in a cloud
gray tufts unfurl and help me fly

siamesetwincest asked: How was your visit to San Juan Capistrano? You should have let me buy you lunch...i know where to find the best lunch! I'm not creepy...honest...i just look that way.

Well I never got the chance to go see San Juan, I stayed mostly in long beach and Dana point! However, I plan on going back, so if we keep in touch until then, we can have lunch next time

Anonymous asked: BackToSchoolGiftCards(.)com = Free Pizza. Fuck yeah.

Tempting……free pizza…… but my virus senses are tingling 

siamesetwincest asked: Santo & Johnny - Sleepwalk

Perfect! Thank you. I’m falling asleep to this now

siamesetwincest asked: Oooh, you've got 2 blogs. Ok, I'll follow you here as well. You've got a great nose. Is that a strange compliment? Yeah? Well, I don't care.

That is a strange compliment! But it is much appreciated because I’ve never been to fond of my nose!

andrewbobbyaka asked: Sooooooooooooooooooo you are pretty much the best person on Earth! :D

PSHT NAH! you crazyy :)

I miss the way your prim and proper thoughts crash into the rocky edges of my brain. I count every skipped heartbeat when you exhale.

I cried on city walls.

Tiny black bubbles fill my veins

Numbness spreads through my hands

Crystalline faeries snip at my hair

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Oxygen is for the weak

The sensation seeps into my memories

Twice I slip and fall

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I couldn’t remember who I will be

But the glory rises only so often

Sometimes I just can’t

Wake up, wake up. Passivity only gets you so far. Be passionate, be compassionate, I beg you. It’s scary, there are billions of emotions, of people, of things happening as you sit here eyes glazed over, mind numbed. Don’t let it eat you alive. Don’t let it dictate who you are. Be curious, be argumentative, I beg you. Because I am afraid for myself, and I’m afraid for you. Smell the shit, because it’s not going away, and save the stars because their lives are numbered just as ours are.

so…this is kinda shit, but I wrote it when I was in a really good mood

I love those days when my heart decides to move with the rhythm of the music,

As opposed to the mechanical ticking of the biological clock.

I love those days when my feet shuffle according to the whims of my mood,

Instead of marching towards my destination.

I love those days when my hands create the picture of my dreams,

Instead of scribbling the images of my brain.

I love those days when my eyes perceive the colors and light and beauty in the world,

And not tune in to the gray, structural, concreteness of the world.

Anonymous asked: Echoes of past events nudge the tiller on my present course. I await its reflection in the future.

I count the minuscule seeds that I drop behind me here and there, with this desperate feeling that the relentless winds have devoured them whole. 

Dull reflections

And dark spiraled highways;

Glittered spiderwebs tangle my eyes.

Cotton kisses spill from my mouth;

I sit on the curbside singing silence

and the twinkle of the beetle distracts me.