where you end and i begin

This weekend, and these next two weeks are the markings of a new beginning and a new era. Let the crazy times come, and I'll make the best of what I get. So stoked for what's to come!

i've got dusk eyes

While I've allowed myself to be preoccupied with other worldly adventures, I've unfairly neglected this blog to the extent that I was thoroughly ashamed when I remembered to check back 4 months later after my last post only to I find that there are 30 Chinese proverb-inspired comments in regards to it.

To make a brief update, a summation of the past four months can easily be described as: fucking heavy. I won't go into detail because that might lead to a post that is too long for life, so you'll just have to trust me on this.

I've been reading a lot of poetry lately; it's inspired me to write a lot more than I've ever written before. Beautiful and dark things happening, and it's unexplainable how it feels to find a song or a poem that expresses just how I feel. Cliche, but it's like they were written to explain just how I feel at a specific moment. If it's a song, then I put it on repeat for the next 24 hours until the emotion settles, and if it's a poem, then I read it over and over again until it's imprinted on the inside of my eyelids.

School is about to start which means RA training is just around the corner. Excited as fuck, and scared shitless at the same time. Also in the works of getting an internship at AEG Live/Goldenvoice. Shit's about to get crazy this fall...as if it wasn't already.

You waited a decade for me to come find you; there's never been a chance so rare. I was just numbing out on a prosthetic love, and there's never been someone so real. As if it wasn't enough just to hear you speak, they had to give you lips like that. Like all of your sadness reduce to a color that painted upon you, how could I forget you?

smitten

yeah.

ha.

can you tell

il vostro modo di scricchiolio nel naso e la parte girevole le unità labbra pazzesco

hunt

you’ve diluted it down to numbers and letters -
crunching away at insignificant symbols
representing nothing, but everything
outside of what was felt as we laid on the mattress
framed by last year’s christmas lights, and
dressed in photographs of preceding times.
you set equations probing for an answer,
but the solution cannot be found in petty jargon.
you’ve already discovered the answer -
it is creased into your sheets
and laminated onto your skin,
but you are too busy
calculating and memorizing foreign hieroglyphics
to witness the tantalizing friction floating between us.

new news

Tumblr

Cheq it.

In 7 days

I will be at Coachella, and it will be a shit show.

I cannot wait to get fucked up with this band.
The end.