Monthly Archives: November 2010
concealed in this heart
This weekend was a weird one. The past two days have made me think about connection between people: what kind of people actually connect, when is it forced, when is the connection broken out of fear, and when it doesn’t
concealed in this heart
This weekend was a weird one. The past two days have made me think about connection between people: what kind of people actually connect, when is it forced, when is the connection broken out of fear, and when it doesn’t
takes a while to grow anything
If there is an album that I return to over and over again to listen to when I feel fucked up, it’s The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me. I’m in this place where each day feels different. Some
takes a while to grow anything
If there is an album that I return to over and over again to listen to when I feel fucked up, it’s The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me. I’m in this place where each day feels different. Some
someone sing to make the hum of thoughts disappear
Most of the time I love the quiet… Days like today, when sadness is on the edge of every breath, every sigh make me want to open my mouth and sing until the room is heavy with sound so that
someone sing to make the hum of thoughts disappear
Most of the time I love the quiet… Days like today, when sadness is on the edge of every breath, every sigh make me want to open my mouth and sing until the room is heavy with sound so that
of tattoos, trauma, and the calm plastic face of dolls
Other than plans in the evening, I didn’t have much of a plan for Saturday. I came home from staying at a friend’s apartment in the late morning, crawled back into bed and continued re-watching Dollhouse episodes on Netflix watch
of tattoos, trauma, and the calm plastic face of dolls
Other than plans in the evening, I didn’t have much of a plan for Saturday. I came home from staying at a friend’s apartment in the late morning, crawled back into bed and continued re-watching Dollhouse episodes on Netflix watch