hallow

Miami Cemetery, originally uploaded by Mr. 0.

tomm gonna be a surprise I have no Idea what's gonna happen.
all i know is i am gonna go to class, help mama pass out candy and the cemetery with a flask.

btw.

There's 52 ways to murder anyone.
One and two are the same, and they both work as well.
I'm coming clean for Amy.
Julie doesn't scream as well,
and the cops won't listen all night.
So maybe, I'll be over.
Just as soon as I fill them all in
and I can remember when I saw her last.
We were running all around and having a blast.
But the back seat of the drive-in is so lonely without you.
I know when your home,
I was thinking about you.
There was something I forgot to say,
I was crying on saturday night.
I was out cruising without you,
they were playing our song.
Crying on saturday night.
As the moon becomes the night time
You go viciously, quietly, away.
I'm sitting in the bedroom,
where we used to sit and smoke cigarettes
Now I'm watching, watching you die…
I can remember when I saw her last.
We were running all around and having a blast.
But the back seat of the drive-in is so lonely without you.
I know when your home, I was thinking about you.
There was something I forgot to say,
I was crying on Saturday night.
I was out cruising without you,
they were playing our song.
Crying on Saturday night.
Crying on Saturday night
Crying on Saturday night




oh yea.
this halloween is going to be a total.
FAILURE.

maybe just maybe i'll get invited to something, which I doubt.
and if i do i'll just put on my wig, an eye patch and dress all in black.
even if I don't I think I will stay at home wearing a wig, an eye patch and dress in black and cry alone in my room.

you know what, i should totally be a goth kid and again wear my wig, an eye patch and dress in black and go to a cemetery.
ALONE.


yea. sounds pretty much ideal.

hmmm.

We are one with the sea., originally uploaded by Olivia Bee.

out of all the seasons i like spring the most, and this photograph is exactly why.

second favorite season fall/autumn.

to bad in south Florida we only have one season

summer.
-_-'

holyshit

+I am never going to sleep..
+My mouth hurts
+I own too much shit
+I officially have NO life.


sigh.

so i should start eating smoothies and soup until i can go to the dentist.
i am seriously overdosing with the pain killers.
I WANT TO FEEL NUMB PLEASEEEEEE.

and it took me forever to figure out how to fix my tumblr to my likings, might change it it's a bit too "soft-core" for meh.

sweetseaurchinsushi

A sea of urchins, originally uploaded by jo92photos.

The small, spiky marine animals are boiled like an egg and cracked open, and their salty little eggs and sex organs are served up like sushi. A highly undignified ending.

my tumblr.
everyone's going to be able to look at it because none of my secrets, ideas, and feelings will be on it.

just things I like and that interest me at the moment.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
I need to go to new york, now!

so I can.

+I can dress better.
+have cool friends
+go to cool parties
+ride my bike around the city
+see snow
+live in my own studio/apartment.
or
+live in someone else's apartment.

now these things might now happen, I might actually just

+stay a loner [i don't doubt it]
+not get invited to any parties
+live in a crappy small place
+be very poor
but I will still!
+dress better
+see snow
and
+ride my bike
or
walk.

[which isn't all that bad.]



Buttttt before any of that shite can happen.
I need to keep doing productive things.
and
NOT
MUDAFUGGNSLACK.

+dentist [in progress]
+college applications [in progress a.i call the schools thurs.]
+search for apartments via cragslist
+email several NYC someones and talk to people. [this'll be hard.]
+start painting
+finish designs
+take photographs
+draw [in progress]
+begin video art ideas & do
+vegan/raw food

now i am slowly getting my shite together, but this does take some time.

the easiest thing to do is the latter of the list, because Fuck well everyone has to eat.


my shite is coming together FINALLY!!!

a waste

White Room, originally uploaded by Elif Sanem Karakoc.

I am going to read again, i should start tonight while i play soft music that doesn't distract me.

the thing about me is it's hard to sleep sometimes and hard to read and also hard to write because i get easily distracted and loose focus.

I really can't sit down and do one thing for such a long time.
I get bored.
Lose interest.
Lose motivation.
and stop.

bad for me because how on earth am I going to ever be good at something or finish the wonderful ideas and things i begin.

My potential would have been wasted.

now how can I fix it.

reading back at older posts pretty funny stuff.
i wanna just talk to my 3 month younger self

yo! don't worry about shite mang, and get over yourself.


in other news, i am going to be making a tumblr, cause it's awesome but keeping this blogspot for my personal life.
Tumblr= things i like
Blogspot=personal happenings & people

tis true

All romantics meet the same fate…cynical and drunk, boring someone in some dark cafe.
— Joni Mitchell - The Last Time I Saw Richard

fuck

it's time.

, originally uploaded by jackson eaton.

to crawl out of this hole i've made.

dirty pretty things.

http://beautifulanddepraved.blogspot.com/2008/07/6-prettiness-i.html

What are you thinking about?

sooo I went out to eat dinner with my parents and then decided i should text my entire address list that can receive text these two questions. "What are you thinking about?" or/and (if the got confused) "Tell me something".

the results are fascinating.

Harry-" U naked lol"
Javier-"ima rip off your herpes scars with a muthafuckin power sander"
Joey-"haloween horroe nites"
Marc-"Fuckin a cow in the utters"
Nick-"you"
Monique-"Uh goats cant float"
Tomiboy-"where im going to move to next year?"
George-"that i could be better at running"
Trevor-"Losing the game, you?"
Dee Dee-"my boyfriend"
Z-"Um weird question music why?"
Austin-"well im at band practice writing a song so i think music u?"
Shawn-"doody balls"
Lauren's cell-"thinking about different concepts of competition. also on how to fix this drawing I kinda fucked up on."
Lisa-"passing my test on monday"
Jessica-"just living"
Nicole-"where melissa went"
Mike-"think you are beautiful. Lets fuck."
Steph-"well im cold and was feeling trapped because i felt like i was stuck here but no clue on what were doin now"
Josh-"Ranfiverous?"

ahhh..
then the texts kept going on and they spewed into conversations some short due to previous plans and others are still going on now! btw almost 2 hours later.

some i regret texting and others i regret i didnt text sooner.
maybe later on i'd get some more responses from the rest of the people i texted, who knows.

I'll update.

Absurd.

Grave Girl

I found her sitting on a gravestone. She was talking to herself and cutting up handwritten letters with the biggest pair of scissors I had ever seen.

‘Hello’, I said.

‘Hello’, she smiled, nimbly snipping away.

‘Whom are you talking to?’

‘Everyone’ she smiled, waving her arms around the cemetery.

I smiled. ‘And why are you destroying those letters?’

‘I am not destroying them,’ she insisted, ‘I am just cutting all of the words out. I love words’

‘But why are you cutting all of the words out?’ I asked.

‘Because they are in the wrong order. And some of them,’ she theatrically sighed, ‘have been incorrectly spelt. What is your favourite word?’

‘I don’t know,’ I said, wishing I could think of something magnificent. ‘I quite like oxymoron’.

‘Oh that’s a great word’ she laughed, ‘Isobella Monkton’s favourite word is cantankerous’.

‘Who is Isobella Monkton?’ I asked.

‘Isobella is over there,’ smiled the girl, gesturing towards a broken-nosed marble statue covered in ivy. ‘She sadly died in 1842’.

Whilst the girl was clearly loopy, I found her manner quite delightful, and so, not wishing to offend, I half-waved in Isobella’s direction and continued our conversation. ‘What is your favourite word?’

The girl carefully placed her giant scissors by her side and paused for a moment. ‘Oh I have so many favourites. It’s really hard to say, and it all depends upon my mood. Currently my favourite word is melancholy’.

‘Melancholy,’ I sighed. ‘I’ve been melancholy all my life. In fact I was going to say melancholy but I thought you might be frightened by such a word and so I said oxymoron.

‘Why would I be frightened of the word melancholy?’ asked the girl, clearly perplexed.

‘Well,’ I tried to explain, ‘whenever you say words like that, people are a bit shocked. They don’t know what to do with themselves. The moment they hear such words they form an opinion of you – normally a misguided opinion of you. It’s like telling someone you once had the depressions, or your favourite pop group is The Smiths. The moment you say it, you can see their faces change. Fear consumes them and they either want to stop talking to you - pretend that you’re no longer there - or they want to run away’

‘I love The Smiths,’ cried the girl, laughing for the first time.

‘Me too,’ I gushed. ‘What’s your favourite Smith’s song?’

And then it happened. The most wonderful thing in the whole wide world happened. In a cemetery. The girl began to sing. ‘A dreaded sunny day, so I’ll meet you at the cemetery gates… Keats and Yeats are on your side…’ Oh it was wondrous. Truly wondrous. I wanted her to go on forever. I wanted her to never stop. But the girl said she had other things to do and she needed to be alone for a while because ‘cutting out words and putting them back in the right order takes a lot of concentration’. I said I understood. I would bother her no more. But I was devastated. Truly devastated. Would I ever see her again? Did she feel the ‘stuff in the air’? I didn’t even know her name? There was so much I should have said. So many things I wished I’d asked and now it was too late. I had missed my one and only chance.

I closed the cemetery gate, lit a cheap-cigarette and slowly made my way back home.

nich

[crecepelo], originally uploaded by pitulineten.

i don't know why.

it's just how i've always been, magnified.

oh jenny

vile i know.

grundel

that little flap of skin between your cock and your ass that has too much hair and itches like fuck
damn my grundel itches like a bitch

yus.

I am having a fiesta.
a cat fiesta.
and we are playing rilo kiley songs.
oh great my guests all left.


how sad.

SNC1518uitik3, originally uploaded by luo yang.

that song.

______________________________________________________________________________________

li

breaking it up

Breaking it up – alternative live video. Filmed by: Christian Haag from Lykke Li on Vimeo.



Lykke Li & Bon Iver doing 'Dance Dance Dance' in L.A from Lykke Li on Vimeo.

paris, je t'aime.

"There are times when life calls out for a change. a transition. like the seasons. our spring was wonderful, but summer is over now and we missed out on autumn. and now all of a sudden, its cold. so cold that everything is freezing over. our love fell asleep, and the snow took it by surprise. but if you fall asleep in the snow, you don't feel death coming."


can i move to paris, london, barcelona, milan, or tokyo already!
le sighh.

only thing left to do is dreammmmmmmmmmmm

hawtttt

, originally uploaded by bububob.

i want your boney bod.



this isn't about you..

musss

in search for new music.
i'll find more later for tonight.

i am going to paint tonight.

demonic toys..

un homme et une femme

un homme et une femme, originally uploaded by farfalla tokyo.

ciggs need to stop making people look so bad ass.
i'd only smoke for the prop, really.

but i won't.

me.

Roads [color], originally uploaded by Elif Sanem Karakoc.

now

I'd rather be.

, originally uploaded by introspectrum.

nude and lonely in my own small apartment/studio with pink flamingos to remind me of home even though ironically we've never had pink flamingos on the lawn.

pondering.

should I complicate my life once more?
why does this happen, these complications.

once i get involved with people or start to get into a "group" so to say, things begin to get ...... complicated.
I learn, do, say things that make things just so.

i manipulate and control things, but do I really?
and why do people make it so easy?
why do people trust me?
do I have a trusting smile?

I truly believe it's my nature, my entertainment as a loner, pass from group to group fuck things up a bit then be forgotten.

so should I or shouldn't I?


things may turn out badly like they always do.
hmmm, but isn't that the point.

hmm.

“ I’m bored of cheap and cheerful.
I WANT EXPENSIVE SADNESS."

everything is fine.

directors talk back

everyone I know.

“ Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I’ve ever known.
— Chuck Palahniuk (via sarahsaturday) (via kaiticalamity) (via entrails)


got some new shoes. :]
yum.
there goes not spending any $$

3.

animal poster.

collect.

I remember one morning, originally uploaded by and some other.

I could look at
an empty hole for hours
thinking it will
get something in it,

will collect things.

-Robert Creeley

gut

“Vonnegut smoked unfiltered Pall Mall cigarettes, which he claimed is a “classy way to commit suicide.”

"If I should die, let this be my epitaph: his only proof for the existence of God was music"

When the last living thing
Has died on account of us,
How poetical it would be
If Earth could say,
In a voice floating up
Perhaps
From the floor
Of the Grand Canyon,
"It is done."
People did not like it here.''

now i've got to get Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut.
& cat's cradle
and actually read it.

a day.

go figure

“ Ever notice how happy kids don’t write in their diaries very much? They don’t have to. Life’s too fun. Diaries are for when life isn’t fun. They’re for figuring what went wrong."

“sometimes i wish my eyes were not as wide and my dreams were not as big and my heart was not as open.
sometimes i just wish i didn’t fall in love with the world so easily."


I love the world alright i just hate the people in it. -_-

skin

i want something like this type of scarification.
i'd be lovely.

cycledelic sissy.

i want it soo bad!!

hours.

, originally uploaded by Lina.S.

a feeling that never should go away.

French toast

best breakfast, originally uploaded by © keico.

All I want to do is have coffee and french toast with you.

ghosts

(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(What are your ghosts like?)
(They are on the inside of the lids of my eyes.)
(This is also where my ghosts reside.)
(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(But you are a child.)
(I am not a child.)
(But you have not known love.)
(These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)

J. S. Foer, Everything is Illuminated

Silly me-

yousef says: (1:39:54 AM)
i like ghosts
Mnislahi. says: (1:40:14 AM)
yay
Mnislahi. says: (1:40:40 AM)
i am a ghost so does that mean you like me
yousef says: (1:42:16 AM)
you are?
yousef says: (1:42:23 AM)
yeah, but i like you anyway
yousef says: (1:42:29 AM)
you're a cute ghost!
Mnislahi. says: (1:42:55 AM)
ahhha 
Mnislahi. says: (1:43:06 AM)
aww you are just saying that cause you like ghosts
yousef says: (1:43:11 AM)
naww
yousef says: (1:43:21 AM)
i like you more than i like ghosts :P

I'm an official member.

243.

There is no need to tell anyone you are leaving the bar.

A Change is Gonna Come

these next two months are going to be intense.
but i am going to work my ass off to make it happen.

seriously i am tired of waiting.

Vampyroteuthis infernalis

these next few months..

I am not going to spend my $$$ on anything unnecessary.
goal getting my bank account back into 3k.

+find a good bike
+backpack

Challenge-
going raw/vegan
riding long distances
photographs
designs
art.

Untrust us.

I missed being home, but not this, i missed my own bed, my room, my isolation.
But now all i miss more then anything is NYC. really I do.
I was just getting used to being on my own and doing things on my own.
I am sooo going to be really cheap these next months and save for an apartment and gifts.
good thing I am loosing a bunch of friends.
So now i don't have anything hold me back.

this week.
contacts
dentist appointment
pick up pay check




I love this song.

lady gaga.

my humble abode

So i am in new york city.
AMAZING. it is like i am rediscovering it all over again.
when i arrived i couldnt believe it, i was just like this is it!
i am here! at first i was a bit scared/nervous.
would I get lost?
Would i loos my things?
etc. etc.
the only thing i am questioning is Why do I feel soo alone?
even in the hostel I am alone it's almost midnight and i am in this room alone, which is nice, but I can't help but think "what should I do?!"
i got sushi and green tea icecream which was awesome, spoke to some girl from belgum in the hostel and some swedish girl.
I am a bit envious of them they are traveling alone for adventure as well well the swed's going to live here! gah.
but they are girls and trveling in another country alone!
and one that is 30X worse then their own.

i'll do that soon enough!




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things to do tomm.

get some local OJ
get all day pass
take A train downlown/far rockaway
get off 72nd to strawberry fields
take A trian to shopping
MAcy's H&M
go to brooklyn
west village
& back