Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Monday, December 29, 2014
Dogs! Must Watch: White God
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Holidays nearing an end
Driving back from queenston, a huge steel boat forced us to take pause from the return trip early. Mum and I decided to wait and check out the monolith festival passing by. We noticed four hands on deck just hanging out over the edge of the ship. I don't know if it would be more boring than therapeutic, but I must be a chill gig to man a cargo boat.
I am socially exhausted after all the family time. Most of my relatives commented on never seeing me. And I realized I haven't seen most of them since before grammie died. Felt so guilty, so guess a resolution might be developing stronger family ties.
Keep it sleazy.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Merry Christmas!
I was trying to be helpful! 30 minutes of pressure later, doctor sis fixes up my ring finger. The potatoes will be well worth it.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
Monday, December 15, 2014
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Friday, December 12, 2014
Party pics aside
-M.A.
I can't get Aja Monet out of my head. I love that this recording is held as the second track in Courage. Although, I can't help but think that we don't necessarily take courage to love until we've been hurt by love. Edit: Love washes over you like a powerful wind, knocking you off your feet.* The first time feels so easy, it's almost indulgent.
I think if I ever fell in love again, it would be long from now. After the walls erode. My whole body feels shut down, disparate to my mind, which is disparate to my interactions.
Love is not in the heart or mind, but feels endured the entire body, which stretches out to encapsulate the subject, or, victim (ha).
Back to studying.
Things to remember:
words
-worthless
-chubby
-pock-faced
-irresponsible
-no one will ever love you
-your friends are losers
-ugly
-they're all prettier than you
-I'll ruin your life
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
The face of this week.
Powered by coffee, fumes, and tofu breakfast weiners.
WEINER.
TIL: 70% blogs are personal, self-worshipping troughs.
You appeared in a dream to me. Claiming fancy dinners with emoticon people. Naming the Ahriman as your lady. Somehow the curls morphed to troll hair .