February 2010
January 2010
“Vous me manquez tellement.”
i am.
eclectic. eccentric. passionate. emotional. a lover and a fighter. a proud member of the MCRmy. quiet and loud. a voice in the midst of urban decay. sincere. sensitive. scared. poetic. in love with tennessee. not interesting. unimportant just yet. the one you lost, the one you gained. confused. caught between a rock and a hard place.
i am hopeful.
abandon.
“this is the spirit, dissolving in the music and carrying up to God. open up and letta rip. don’t perform, create. say muse, i hate you…but i hate you on my knees. scream. I AM THE INFANTILE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE.”
tonight is difficult.
i loved you when the sky turned gray. for you had these bottomless eyes, and i couldn’t understand them. my heart was a time bomb, and a turning gear. you were the tilt to my sunshine orbit, i crashed hard into your world of extravagant splendor.
Haircut.
ashleynyeck:
scaredykate:
ashleynyeck:
Ok here it goes. A lot of people may hate me for wanting to do this and wanna know why I know that’s true? Because last time I cut my hair everyone was mad at me. Haha but who cares what people think right?
Eh. I don’t know. Anyways.
I want YOUR opinion…
Since the beginning of last summer I’ve been thinking about getting a pixie cut. Super super...
Haircut.
ashleynyeck:
Ok here it goes. A lot of people may hate me for wanting to do this and wanna know why I know that’s true? Because last time I cut my hair everyone was mad at me. Haha but who cares what people think right?
Eh. I don’t know. Anyways.
I want YOUR opinion…
Since the beginning of last summer I’ve been thinking about getting a pixie cut. Super super short. I wouldn’t dye it though,...
No one's got it all.
sealegslexi:
(via thatmuchfurtherwest)
i watch you fade like the end of a bad joke, you never were too good with goodbyes. will we ever stop running circles, do you think? my thoughts wander past the superficial, away from your hair and your eyes, and how i want to taste your smile. deeper still, i want to kiss your soul. your soul, deep and dark and fathomless. i want to pull you back and hold tight to all you are,
but you are...
update.
i had a huge explanation about coming home early from the mountains up here, but it bored me to tears so i deleted it. basically, i’m home now and i have a lot of homework today. i feel sort of alone, and i’m not sure about anything anymore. but i have a great, mighty, unlimited God. and a hope that things are going to get better.
love you all.
questions of the day.
1. why does my hair smell of bonfire smoke?
2. why am i sitting around doing nothing and not writing?
3. why did i order this shirt in cream, not grey? (what was i thinking)
4. why am i mental?
ashleynyeck:
Your under my skin. Listen. My mind hasn’t stopped revolving around you.
Your presence is unpredictable. Your image is ceasingly fleeting.
Overwhelmed by our meeting, my heart is beating. Pounding faster than my footsteps.
You’re like a ghost. An irritating haunting ghost. You won’t leave me alone.
Fade somehow. The colors won’t stop bleeding. How about that?
This picture is...
heartbeat, dazed towards the end of your, your endlessly beating goodbyes, goodbyes end up breaking me down, down the rabbit hole where alice fell, fell for you the minute your eyes glowed, glowed in the night like a thousand fireflies, fireflies danced around us like gypsies, gypsies that night traced circles on our skin, skin, it’s warm and soft against me, me myself and i, i can’t...
this is beautiful.
“and i’m screaming at the top of my lungs, pretending the echoes belong to someone. someone i used to know. and we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go.”
-“we will become silhouettes” by the postal service.
formspring.me?
http://formspring.me/scaredykate
you have any burning questions for me?
here’s an update. i am:
posting a lot of poems on xanga lately. check ‘em out if you’d like (www.xanga.com/tatorose)
giving up soda and probably candy for the rest of the month.
very close to finishing two different stories, and re-starting an old one thanks to my amazing friend xander (esburrito) who bought me JOKER, the graphic novel, for christmas. it is my inspiration.
...
reality.
when your mind’s made up, when your mind’s made up. there’s no point trying to change it. when your mind’s made up, when your mind’s made up. there’s no point trying to stop it.
-once.
the greatest thing you'll ever learn,
is how to love and be loved in return.
