Reading Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley once again.
Passenger Seat Confessions
I gave you confessions.
Sitting in your car,
Dead night outside our Windows.
I told you about my troubles,
Past and present.
I unveiled my demons and my devils.
That night,
Sitting in your car,
I told you of my atrocities and my black secrets.
You wanted to know.
I didn’t want to tell.
But you begged.
And so,
Trusting in you,
I spilled my mess in your car.
Covering the floorboard with it.
Submerging us in it.
And then you let me out,
First, stiffly unlocking your door.
And then,
I never saw you again.
It must have been something I said,
That scared you so badly,
You drove off,
Never wanting to pick me up again.
I am sorry,
I made such a mess in your car that night.
I am sorry,
I drowned you in my black ink.
If you would only give me a chance,
To scrub you clean of it.
To change myself for you.
But you’ve been driving in the opposite direction ever since.
One minute free write
I sit here.
Alone.
I sit here alone and watch the sun set.
I notice the shades of the shadows forming into one dark spot on the carpet.
I sit here in my enclosed silence,
Hearing the voices of children and
The running of car motors through the window.
Where a breeze rolls in.
I sit here.
Alone and wondering,
Where does time go to retire?
My first page is filled with the apps I use daily and is organized by importance and color.
Someone told me that I had the most organized iPhone they had ever seen. Is that a bad thing?
Anonymous asked: are you planning to go see 'the beatles: the lost concert' film?
I didn’t really think about it, but yea, I guess I’d like to go see it! I love watching old film. It always feels like time traveling to me, and it’s probably the closest ill ever get! : )
malikgirley asked: thanks for texting me back -_______- i wanted to know if you wanted to go to the zoo and smoke and sketch but youve been ignoring me -______-
You should text me next time!!
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Behind the scenes of a fashion show.
I hear you and her are through.
Does that mean I can get my second chance?
-love is just a board game.
A piece of San Francisco for you guys, taken by me via Instagram.
Me, going to the beach, awkwardly smiling along the way.
I love my city.
San Francisco
Take by me
Taken by me
