December 2010
i dwell in the realm of insanity.
have you ever had such an intense need to be writing, be creative that your insides ache and turn themselves out? that your mind just flicks on and off. your entire body doesn’t listen to what you’re trying to tell it. this need to be artistic and create and live by the creation. to feel art at the very basic and primitive level. heartbraking beauty. braking. beauty. open wounds with...
what the hell is wrong with me
i’m numb most of the time bc if i feel too much, if i allow myself to absorb everything then i become open to all sorts of things to come into me. if i’m feeling happy than it’s pure joy! but if anything snaps the attention and i focus in too much i freak out. like a little kid. so quick. then i don’t realize why i was joyous in the first place. just a feeling that comes...
DAY 21: your favourite medium of art
music!!!
txtsfrmlstnght:
(204): You insisted that you sleep on the bear rug instead of the couch. You said it was lonely and you kept on petting its head.
“He had a mind like Aristotle and a form like mortal sin.”
– The Lion in Winter (via sircrowley)
