twenty-three & a hopeless romantic

etc. etc. :

it's all of the good, that won't come out of me
Sunday, May 29, 2011 , 9:07 PM

the ghosts I drew in the summer
are my home for the winter
the movie I directed in the fall
became my favorite in the spring

Monday, January 3, 2011 , 6:48 PM

And no energy to write. I'm happy with my 2011 start, that's for sure. Keeping my head up and an attempt to write in this more. I want to update my layout on here too but that'll happen soon enough. Hope you're happy out there followers.

Saturday, December 11, 2010 , 5:33 PM

Driving far away from the glow of the city
You begin to confess inspirations for a better you
They’ll flow with the wind and our secret smiles will melt into the night
We’ll talk in our favorite chords
Each one sounding rich and precisely striking where our hearts lie
Our voices begin to weaken on the topic of love
Though there is no defeat
There is that fear that only arrives every full moon
But with our composition of confidence and hopelessness
Together we make a masterpiece for runaways and vagabonds

Sunday, November 14, 2010 , 11:47 PM

when you're introduced to someone new, you suddenly begin to think how life changing this person will be. their story of struggle, happiness, sadness...you want all of them. so you fall for their words easily, thinking that you are that one girl that they talk to. you hold a hierarchy to the rest of the girls this guy talks to. then this new friend becomes a task that you aren't aware has become a task. you began to charm the person and talk more to this person then the people you know so well. what is it? is it the want for change? is it the thrill of a new prospect?
in the end, you're just like the rest of them until something happens. till you differentiate yourself from the rest of the girls.
it's a pattern with everyone i've met.
in the end, you can charm me and keep me company...but you're not the one I want and you will never be.

Sunday, October 24, 2010 , 12:22 AM

There's so much I want to say and absolutely no strength to say any of it. I'll figure something out in the long run. Usually when I feel like this, I have to photograph more. The creativity helps, with everything.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010 , 1:35 AM

on your sleeve of sleeves

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