consequences

my head feels like a fantasy.
the lines between right and wrong are blurred delicately round the edges.
my actions have a time delay.

landscapes blur and move slower than i do.

maybe this wasn't the best decision i ever made.

consistantly inconsistant

peaceandfuckinglovekids

sorry, baby, but that just ain't my scene

sometimes i think my life is such an intricate tangle of lies, even i'm beginning to forget who i am.
i lose myself in words that i can't even remember uttering.
a vicious cycle. a simple problem.

i heard about a new club opening in the big newyorknewyork. angels and kings i think it's called.
hopefully it'll play something worth listening to.
music that gets your heart racing until you've lost yourself in a blur of has-beens and maybes. there's not enough places like that.
i want a song i can lose my mind to.
dancing amongst people with heavy pockets and empty souls.
everything revolves round silver and gold.

"this town ain't big enough for the two of us" they said

the news is overflowing with tragedies. papers frantic for whichever headline is worse.
surely the world is peppered with some, dare i say it, good news as well.
something worth celebrating must be happening to someone somewhere.

let's hear about that too.

there doesn't just have to be mourning at a funeral.

i wish i was a star trek nerd

my face is made up, yours is an autobiography.
two hours sleep last night. that was an improvement on all of last week.

i want to decorate my skin.
maybe if i can force the outside into something beautiful, the inside will follow.

have you ever idolised someone?
put them on that solid gold pedestal and held them up so everyone could see who you wanted to grow up to be?
i haven't. i wish i would.

sometimes i feel like i'm running through a forest with my eyes shut.
i can feel the freedom, and the ground under my feet, but one day i'm going to run smack into a tree.
and it'll hurt like a bitch.

so far i've only hit branches.

live long and prosper, kids.

this is your encore

la la la.
i love the feeling of the tip of my tongue against the roof of my mouth... i love feeling the tip of your tongue against the roof of my mouth more.

have you ever met someone that means more to you that you mean to yourself?
someone that you'd jump off the ends of the earth for... but that you know in your heart of hearts would never do the same for you?

it's moments like this that make my head a little crazy.

livethefuckinglegend.

dance between the raindrops in a downpour

sit with me under the sta(i)r(e)s looking up at the stars.
annotate these immitations.

today is a good day.
not quite any bird/love song, but close enough to breathe it in.

people who say sunshine brings happiness have obviously never danced in the rain.

dance with me?