Aug 4, 2014 / 1 note

I often wonder how I got here. How, why and when did I screw up? Nothing lasts, how long until what I have is gone?

If I knew then what I know now, how would I be different? I go to bed every night and wake up with the same thought and idea… It all happens for a reason, don’t dwell on what you can not change and try to focus on what you can change. How? How do I get out of this? I continue to find cheap get out plans and find myself sobbing hours later because “I know better”.

I’ve begun to doubt my “knowing better”, my insecurity downs me.

May 1, 2014
Nov 21, 2013

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon you head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Aug 28, 2013 / 1 note

Many years ago, people used to cook over an open flame using copper kettles and iron pots. The copper kettles were usually polished after every use whereas the iron pots were not and remained blackened from the soot from previous cookings. Well someone got the idea that if the iron pot were alive and it looked at a nearby copper kettle, it would see a black image. The iron pot believes it sees the image of the copper kettle when in reality, because the copper kettle was polished, what the iron pot was seeing was a reflection of itself. This symbolic phrase became associated with hypocrisy. An accuser blames someone else for having a fault when the accuser has the same fault.

Aug 23, 2013 / 1 note

If her dreams of romance were diamonds, she could make Tiffany’s window look like a dark cellar at midnight.

~Bill Conselman

Aug 5, 2013 / 785,254 notes


Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche, We Should All Be Feminists

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Jul 23, 2013 / 1 note
Jun 20, 2013 / 1 note

I feel like I’m living the life of a Soap actress, without the money

Self portraitSpring 2010Pinhole Negative, Cyanotype
Jun 15, 2013 / 3 notes

Self portrait
Spring 2010
Pinhole Negative, Cyanotype

Jun 14, 2013 / 3 notes

I alone am the curse of my own heart break

I am guilty of twisting and turning, contorting my heart

The cause of my own fragility and vulnerability

The cause of so much pain. The cause of broken hope

Investing time, energy & love on insincerity. As it stands before me, unhidden

I alone am guilty of being taken advantage of 

Guilty of believing in honesty, directness, openness, guilty of being over caring

I wade and drown in my ideas of him

I forget to breathe when I think of his breath against my neck

I close my eyes & loose my balance when I think of his body pressed against mine

I believe I could live off of his heat and energy as nourishment…