this is halloween.

get your pumpkins, embrace your dark side... this is halloween.

worry not.

don't think about all those things you fear. just be glad to be here. 

words running madness.

the problem with being a dreamer, a writer, a poet, is not that they feel more than everyone else. It is that they cannot escape from it. all the pain, ache and explosions,- others can dismiss as merely a feeling that cannot be contained. but for us, there are endless words to describe the way we feel, to actualize the feeling, to give it existence, to gravitate them. the irresistible impulse to label everything, to get to the bottom of every unexplainable feeling is crippling. to live as a writer is non-apologetic. everywhere that you try to escape to, is aesthetically numb. even when you do not see what reminds you of it, words are running madness inside your head.
thank you lelove

hold tight.

sometimes I have the strangest of feeling about you. especially when you are near as you are now. it feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. and when you go, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.
Jane Eyre

miss representation.

released so soon... can't wait to see this brilliance. reminds me why I love marketing and communications. the sexuality of the woman and the direct correlation with media. amazing.

Miss Representation 8 min. Trailer 8/23/11 from Miss Representation on Vimeo.

say something nice.

video games.

It's you it's you it's all for you, everything I do.
my favorite song right now.
thank you gala.

darling.

so unexpected and took us both by surprise.
it was exciting and was fresh yet, familiar.
It was different from anything we had ever felt before.
Right now, though, I feel weak.
I feel clingy, but it's never hit me this hard before.
I don’t want to regret not saying things to you before you leave, so here it is…..

This thing between is unexplainable. It cannot be described because I can’t seem to be able too. The words and the concepts just don’t seem to match what it actually is. Every time I got a text or thought about you my stomach would get all funny, like there were butterflies where organs should be. I felt like a little kid again.

You have taught me so much and made me feel like I have something to look forward to again in the future. Don’t be scared or nervous because being young is such an exciting time and you officially have the world at your feet, the world is now your oyster.

The time I have spent with you has made me look forward to the next time we see each other, whether it be tomorrow, next month, next year, 10 years from now or when you finally return from this exciting journey your about to take part on. It is the best feeling knowing that some of your best days are just waiting to be lived out. Doing anything with you seems extraordinary to me.

thank you lelove

high school truths.

my high school was ghetto, yet preppy.
fuck yes public school.

it's you who I dream of.

you are in my dreams.
no matter what I do.
what does that mean?
do you dream of me as I do you?
disappeared like a card in a cheap trick.
I noticed the cheat, we all did.
narcissistic?
and yes, fuck. I miss you.
was notice your goal all along?
I don't expect an answer.
but I'll see you soon, true blue.