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The shaman veiled within the clockwork.

Jul 5

Ah, well heya

It’s been a while. I doubt many of you will read this. But I’m alive somehow and moving forward with life, may start a new tumblr just to focus on my creative projects / spiritual journey post-illumination.


Feb 2

Goodbye.

I’m running away again. It’s what I do. Those who wanted to keep contact, you have my information. Otherwise I wish you all well.


Jan 30

I’m not sharing my poetry on here any longer. I’m not even sure if I’m going to keep this little blog longer than the next week.


I wonder if my laptop feels like I’m cheating on it when I use it to look up new laptops.


I don’t think they realize that poets are people.
It would be hard to see the truth though when so many poets act like actors.
We’re breathing, you know.
Those others, they’re this one trick pony, and if you look you may find the pony’s broken leg.
I’m amazed it’s gone in circles this long.
Didn’t most of us graduate highschool?


I’ve spent the entire morning taking pictures of my butt and sending it to all my female friends of snapchat.


I successfully cleaned off my desk by moving everything on top of it to the floor.


Jan 29
whiskeyatdawn:

hkangela:


HAHAHAHAHAHA


still my favorite thing ever.
This always makes me smile, and smiles are definitely something I’m in need of today.

whiskeyatdawn:

hkangela:

HAHAHAHAHAHA

still my favorite thing ever.

This always makes me smile, and smiles are definitely something I’m in need of today.

(via yumandcoke24-deactivated2013022)


“If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you — whether it’s good or bad — then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring.” Jamie Anne Royce  (via thatkindofwoman)

(via fierceisthelion)


I have a hole in the crotch of my jeans and I just don’t care. So much that I wear them to work.


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