Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth.– Pablo Picasso
You think where you are makes a difference? Everywhere is the same. We are all akin. The same manifestation with a different area code. It is all the same. We are all the same.
ONE STEP CLOSER TO HAPPINESS →
Maybe it is true. This change in my skin- and eye- color, maybe I’m slowly sublimating into nothingness like I intended too.
Oh + I get stuck in first lunch, which is the most crowded lunch. Ironically, I barely know anybody so har-har. Due to my last name, my homeroom was full of a bunch of cholos, whom I was most unfortuante to be seated by. They give the hispanic community a bad name, and I can’t wait for karma to catch up with them. That sounds bitter, but I can’t really help it.
They fucked up, but besides that, I’m quite fine. I can’t wait to be the alienated kid in compositions class, it’s going to be dah bomb. Lunch is a bit awkward but hopefully with rescheduling they’ll fix it up. Everyone things it’s all fun and games but I’m still a tad aprehensive, I’m such a Debby Downer. I’m feeling sorry for all the people who...
F U C K Y O U H I V E S . I I T C H .
Picnic is tomorrow, what has been told is that it is at five o’clock at Red Ridge Park, but I’ll be a little lagged due to church on Saturdays… It would be appreciated if you bring food, or a beastly-ass picnic blanket, because we will more than likely sitting on the ground. Red Ridge Park has some random water-squirting park thing so, if you’re down, maybe bring some...
This just made my day, and I’m pretty sure it will be the highlight : You just don’t understand.
YOU ARE : piece of work :: I AM : work in progress
9155.) The only voice that I will never get tired...
KUDOS (via blogsecret)
My creativity died with my enthusiasm for life. I need out. I need out. I need out. I can’t wait for my picnic. I really do hope people go. I don’t think I’m that popular though (:
I don’t want you to burn my house down. Just a thought…
My day has a plan. Isn’t that the bee’s knees?
It’s stuck on my mind and their is no way of getting it out… It’s dandy to know that you’re even too lazy to draw. That just shows where human-evolution has gone.
I get excited at this time in the morning, because for a split second I think it’s cloudy with a chance of precipitation, but in all reality, it’s just the darkness .
those artistically inclined →
Every trait I hate about humanity has manifested itself into a person, and that person is you. I don’t enjoy our relationship but I do it for the sake of others. I find no excuses for you to act the way you do, and I’ve concluded that I don’t do it in spite of angst. I’ve studied you. I know how you truly are, cut the bull. I think I’m just a little scared to become...