what real people are supposed to act like

my mom asked me to help her out at work because the dudes here treat her like shit. i love her and i hate them so i said sure. she has photobooth on her mac and i get paid!

reasons

i knew that you'd not come back once you left and that's why i stayed silent. i knew i had already lost, long before. i am hurting more than ever, i am losing all of my grounding, my footing and it is becoming more and more visible. i'd rather stay still than really say how painful it is, because i don't want to give anyone the satisfaction of knowing how bad they move me, what they move me to do.

but i am moved. beyond recognition, and through graveyards and old ghosts and things i thought i'd never see again. now i have reminders all over the place of how i've failed.

by blood

i learned how to crawl from you, how to claw and how to run from you. now it's lost and there's nothing we can do, not your blood or your bones could bring me back through. heaven is far off and it's fair to you that i might never get there.

it is probably the burden of the fruit to end ancient calamities and the burden of the branches to watch the fruit rot seedless.

pastlife

"But it's just the way you are you don't have to be afraid
The way you look at the stars and how you think that they were made
The motion will never stop turning the night into the day
You've gone away enough when will you decide to stay"

some pictures by sylvia

"i just wanna know whats on yr mind"

i always wish i were somewhere else. always.