December 2010
“The people who run our cities don’t understand graffiti because they think...”
– Banksy (via therecipe)
you say it's your birthday?
it’s funny.
you can mean everything to someone for a lapse of time.
and then when it’s over, you’re nothing.
how does that work, how can two people make that happen?
what was/wasn’t shared?
140 characters or less: ahh. this was a... →
kenzieeee:
whatsupwojo:
“wojo how’re you doing? you’re picture is adorable btw. I hope UofA is treating you well”
kenzieeeee. aww, chucks; you always know just what to say. :) it really is, i content here. btw i shall be back for winter break soon enough. so don’t think you’ve gotten…
sounds wonderful! I’ll send you the facebook invitation!
ahh. this was a submission.
whatsupwojo:
“wojo how’re you doing? you’re picture is adorable btw. I hope UofA is treating you well”
kenzieeeee. aww, chucks; you always know just what to say. :) it really is, i content here. btw i shall be back for winter break soon enough. so don’t think you’ve gotten away from me for forever.
well shoot let’s grab coffee. or better yet if you’re down here by the 18th, come...
The Morning Benders, Lovefool (Cardigans Cover)
“That is the basic problem… you’re waiting for me… I’m...”
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
– William Shakespeare
“I can’t guarantee that when you’re back I’ll be free...”
“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with...”
– Lemony Snicket
leave me lying where the grass lays flat.
run towards the fleeting sun.
meet me where death has no dominion.
where my thoughts continue on swaying strings of endless time.
shut your eyes.
We’re the unmended, the untended, cold soldiers of the shoe. We’re the neglected, the never resurrected, agonies of the few. We’re the once kissed, unmissed and always refused. Because we’re the unfinished and feared and we’re never pursued. And just that easily, on my behalf, I come around. Because I’m burning. The beast of War feeds only on the meats...
I don’t think you should be afraid anymore.
And I think that all should be forgiven.
Pick up all the pieces and tie them together in knots. Nothing will ever be perfect.
What really falls to pieces is nothing but your expectations, you don’t need those.
Life is nothing if you’re never startled.
We need this.
It’s all we have.