we go into the night as strangers

Sometimes the urge to run takes over me. It’s random, surprising, yet ultimately calming. I’m in the back seat of a moving car, looking at the ash of my cigarette burning down to a pencil point, grey and black flakes

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

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

cleared for take off

I took a few photos of the past few days during my trip to Sac. I’ll post them later once I find the time to edit them. You know, after I sleep. I flew in Friday and leaving today… I