i continue to be inspired
i continue to move onward
i continue
but i am questioning whether to continue
this blog

patience

do you know that feeling?
when you want to scream, but you're too much of a coward
when you're already pacing, but you start to tear at your hair
when you want to bash your head into the pavement
when you want to send up a prayer, but all your words leave you?
i run. or, at least, i try.

oh, and by the way, how awesome are the dandy warhols?

and the brian jonestown massacre? listen to them, and watch the documentary "dig!"

this is me sitting on the roof on a chilly june evening and wishing i was warm and surrounded by people

gladiators- target, tucked-in jeans- express, bracelet- found rope, confetti shirt-h&m mens

the first movie i've watched with my new netflix account was "surfwise". its a documentary about a domineering, determined father who packed up his family of nine kids in a trailer and lived like, on pennies, with a strict diet and a passion for surfing.his ideas and methods were quite polarizing- some things i admired and others appalled me. what was most interesting was watching how the different children fared once they broke off into "real life", and how that family fragmented under the weight of various circumstances. i'd recommend this film, for sure.

wishing well; airborne toxic event

Standing on a bus stop
Feeling your head pop
Out in the night
On the kind of night
Where you want to be out
On the street, on the street
Crawling up the walls
Like a cat in heat

And the air is thin
And it blows through your skin
And you feel like something
Is about to begin
But you don't know what
And you don't know when
So you tear at your hair
And you scratch at your skin

You wanna run away, run away
Just get on the fucking train and leave today
And it doesn't matter where you spend the night
You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight
Or caught in your room on a concrete shelf
Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself
And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed
In a wishing well, a wishing well
A wishing well, a wishing well
Well, you're tossed in the air
And you fell and you fell
Through the dark blue waters
Where you cast your spell
Like you were just a wish that could turn out well