August 31, 2011

During my last day of senior year, the school librarian [middle aged, kinda dorky, nice lady, librarian stereotype] told me with a little too much enthusiasm in her voice that she was getting her first tattoo soon. Throughout her life she had never felt that a specific picture could represent her well enough to permanently design on herself. However, after initially seeing my “STAY TRUE,” “No Retreat” and “No Regrets” tattoos and asking me about their origins, she reconsidered the idea of tattoos into representing something she had always appreciated- literature. She said she was planning on getting a Walt Whitman tattoo on her foot within a few days. I think that’s cool, I think I’m cool too. Some things cannot be expressed by anything other than words and I think it’s awesome that so late in life people still change their views on body modifications. Maybe there’s hope for my parents after all.




somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
By ee cummings

On a positive note.

June 14, 2011

 that there are roads left in both of our shoes,
but if the silence takes you then
I hope it takes me too.


shine so the blinded don’t look twice.
My Fresh, don’t it look nice?



It bugs the heck outta me that they’re all the same size. =,= But, one last thing, I found this absolutely lovely folkish type song. The only link I could find is this one. If you feel so inclined to, I recommend giving it a shot. :]

Say good-bye to the street lights, bye to the “I can’t eat” nights. So hello to new countries and new languages I can’t speak right.

Dis my boi XV.

This looks similar to me, actually, haha.

“I believe now

April 5, 2011

that we are greater
than the sum of our parts.”

“-time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough”
-ee cummings

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you
because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.
Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
-Ronald Dahl [Author of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory]

“You don’t want no one to see you like this?
 Maybe you don’t recognize it
but this is your home, this is where your life lives.”


December 16, 2010

via missannakay

“By hammering thousands of pins into a wall, I discover significance of existence.”

Two for the show.

November 16, 2010

From childhood’s hour I have not been as others were; I have not seen as others saw; I could not bring my passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken my sorrow; I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone; and all I loved, I loved alone.